Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 315: Waking Up in His Arms

Brandon Reese quietly glanced at Adrian Holt’s expression and, seeing that he remained silent, could not help but say, "Sir, if you still doubt your own identity, the only thing left to do is to seek out the old man for a paternity test."

"No need for the time being." Adrian Holt switched off the tablet and, with it, handed his phone back to Brandon Reese.

The organization is everywhere, and if they detect he is going for a paternity test, it will surely be noticed by someone from the organization.

By then, the Shaw Family will be in danger.

"Sir, I’ve prepared something nice for you." Brandon suddenly leaned in mysteriously.

Adrian Holt pushed him away with a look of disgust, "Just speak, don’t lean so close."

Being despised by his own boss, Brandon had a look of grievance on his face.

He took out a box from the back seat and opened it slowly in front of Adrian Holt.

"Sir, I chose this carefully, it’s a household necessity... a keyboard. The shop was very thoughtful and even included a pair of knee pads. Remember to wear them when you kneel, or you might not be able to get out of bed the next day."

Looking at the keyboard and the black knee pads in Brandon’s hands, Adrian Holt couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his lips.

"Are you really my assistant?"

Not someone sent by the family to mess with me?

Brandon spoke righteously: "I was before, but now I’m the young master’s assistant. Sir, please take good care of it, I wish you luck."

Adrian Holt: "..."

Adrian Holt took the keyboard and got out of the car.

Before leaving, he instructed, "Remember to keep tonight’s events a secret."

"Not even tell the lady?"

"Hmm."

After speaking, Adrian Holt walked into the villa without looking back.

What he didn’t know was, as soon as he turned his head, Brandon told Liam Shaw about the incident.

The young master said, from now on, any actions by the second master must be reported to him immediately.

Brandon’s leader now was the young master, yeah, he listened to whoever paid his salary.

Brandon revealed a lewd smile—sorry, second master!

He was set on getting this month’s bonus!

The "betrayed" Adrian Holt returned to his room and, seeing the petite figure sleeping soundly on the bed, couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

Although there was still no concrete evidence, it was very likely that he was Lucas Shaw.

So, were all the hardships Serena Summers had endured over the last two years brought on by him?

Adrian Holt sat down by the bed, extended his fingers to gently smooth the girl’s tightly furrowed brow, filled with bitterness inside.

"I’m sorry..."

The sleeping Serena Summers suddenly stirred, extending her hand subconsciously, tightly grabbing his arm, yet not waking up.

This seemed more like a subconscious, habitual movement.

Adrian Holt carefully removed his shoes and lay down on the bed, letting Serena cling to him tightly.

He lay on his side next to Serena, his other hand gently stroking her hair, silently comforting her.

Perhaps sensing a familiar presence, Serena nuzzled her face into his embrace and fell deeply asleep, not waking until daylight.

When she woke up, she found herself actually in Adrian Holt’s arms.

Last night’s events suddenly flooded her mind, and Serena Summers pressed her lips together unhappily, retracting her hand from around his waist.

She held grudges, after all!

Adrian Holt was a light sleeper, so as soon as Serena moved, he woke up.

Feeling the softness in his arms disappear, a flicker of loss crossed Adrian Holt’s heart, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake?"

Adrian Holt’s voice carried the deep, husky tone of someone just waking up, with an indescribable magnetism that made one’s ears tingle irresistibly.

Serena Summers rubbed her ears and asked him with a deliberately stern face, "Don’t you like sleeping on the sofa? Why are you sleeping here?"

The corner of Adrian Holt’s mouth curved slightly, "I don’t know who it was last night, holding onto me and not letting go."

Serena’s cheeks flushed as she retorted stiffly, "Who... who wouldn’t let go of you?"

It definitely wasn’t her!

"Hmm, not you, it was me clinging to you and not letting go."

Serena huffed lightly, that sounded more like it.

Adrian Holt smiled helplessly, leaning lazily on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Still, the bed is more comfortable."

The sofa was soft to sit on, but with his height, he couldn’t stretch out, his legs always curled up.

When he woke up the next day, his legs were numb.

"You chose it yourself, you’ll have to deal with it," Serena glared at him, then got off the bed to wash up in the bathroom.

Watching her slender silhouette, the corners of Adrian Holt’s lips curved, his eyes filled with mirth.

At that moment, the phone on the bed suddenly vibrated.

Adrian Holt picked it up and his expression immediately darkened.

Glancing towards the direction of the bathroom, he stood up and walked to the balcony, closing the glass doors, then made a call to the other party.

Before he could speak, the person on the other end snapped angrily, "Adrian Holt, who allowed you to go to the Shaw Family’s place? Why aren’t you following instructions?"

"Are you having me watched?" Adrian Holt’s face turned stern, and a bloodthirsty glint flickered through his eyes.

Professor Parker was taken aback by his counter-question, momentarily choked, and his momentum weakened, "Those men were sent to ensure your safety, not to surveil."

Adrian Holt sneered, "Do you think you can fool me like a three-year-old child? I warn you, withdraw those people, or don’t blame me for being rude."

Professor Parker was livid, demanding in a grave tone, "You still haven’t told me, why did you go to the Shaw Family’s? Haven’t I already said, as long as you get close to Serena Summers, wait for her to let down her guard and bring her back, that’s enough?"

Adrian Holt: "It’s not your place to meddle in my affairs."

"You!" Professor Parker was blue with rage.

He never expected that, despite the memory loss, Adrian Holt’s inherent pride was unyielding.

Adrian Holt warned, "This is the first time and the last, if I see anyone surveilling me again... you should know my temper."

Professor Parker, not to be outdone, questioned sharply, "What? Are you planning to openly oppose the organization for Serena Summers?"

Adrian Holt snorted coldly, his demeanor icy and detached, exuding the air of someone in authority, dark and ruthless, "Why not?"

Professor Parker’s heart trembled with shock, his face turned pale instantly, "Have you gone mad? Adrian Holt, don’t forget who gave you your life."

"Certainly not you." Adrian Holt narrowed his eyes and decisively hung up the call.

He turned around nonchalantly, but suddenly saw someone standing not far behind him.

Locking eyes with that pair of clear, distinct eyes, a jolt shot through Adrian Holt’s heart.

His mind went blank, his mouth opened, but he failed to utter a word.

How much... had she heard?

Outside the glass doors, Serena Summers blinked and pointed towards the door, "Hurry up and get ready, Grandpa is calling us down for breakfast."

Adrian Holt was stunned for a moment, then gradually regained his composure.

He nodded, slipped the phone into his pocket, and pretended as if nothing had happened while opening the glass doors.

He walked up to Serena and asked casually, "When did you come out?"

"Just now, why? Are you afraid I overheard your phone call? It wouldn’t happen to be another woman calling, would it?" Serena blinked playfully, her eyes filled with teasing.

Adrian Holt shook his head, denying, "No."

"Then that’s fine, let’s go." Serena grabbed Adrian Holt’s hand and pulled him to go downstairs.