Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 343: Serena...

Adrian Holt sighed softly, letting her laugh.

He stretched out his hand, the warm pads of his fingers gently brushed over the necklace Serena Summers wore between her collarbones, and the corners of his lips curled up too.

"Pretty," he genuinely praised.

"I’m pretty, so anything looks good on me," Serena lifted her chin with a gleam in her eyes.

"Mm."

Adrian nodded in agreement, a sense of pride involuntarily rising in his heart.

The girl he liked was the most beautiful in the world, like a dazzling little sun, bright and blinding.

All the jewelry and gems were just adornments for her, an extra touch of beauty.

Pleased by the compliments, Serena put the jewelry box aside and slowly leaned towards Adrian.

Under Adrian’s puzzled gaze, she cradled his face and gently kissed his lips.

"I really like the gift, and you... I like you too."

That kiss was like a spark that instantly ignited all the emotions Adrian had been suppressing.

He took the initiative, clasping the back of her head and kissing her back.

"Mmm..."

His lips were slightly cool as they moved against hers, sucking, prying open her pearly teeth, entangling with her lips and tongue.

Serena had no room to resist, dizzied by his kisses, weak all over, relying on the hand he had placed around her waist to steady herself.

Feeling short of breath, Serena furrowed her brows and pushed against his chest.

Only then did Adrian reluctantly let go of her lips, resting forehead against forehead, his arm around her waist holding her tightly without moving.

Their bodies were nearly seamless, and through the thin fabric of summer, Serena could feel the scorching heat emanating from him.

She panted lightly, a misty haze covering her luminous eyes, glaring at him with feigned annoyance.

Despite appearing angry, there wasn’t the slightest hint of threat; instead, she looked even more endearing with her slightly disheveled hair.

Looking at Serena’s lips, redder than any lipstick, Adrian’s gaze darkened even further.

He gently caressed her soft lips with his fingertip, a restless heat rising within him.

He cursed under his breath as veins throbbed at his temple from restraint.

His Adam’s apple rolling seductively, he asked in a husky voice, "May I?"

Her cheeks flushed, Serena murmured a low "Mm."

As soon as she spoke, his heated breath enveloped her, closing in tightly around her.

His hands, not content to be still, wandered to her back, searching for the zipper.

But finding nothing except slender strings, he broke out into a thin sweat on his forehead once again.

Seeing his eager yet helpless expression, Serena couldn’t help but laugh mischievously.

Teased by his own little wife, even Adrian, usually expressionless, looked unmistakably flustered.

His patience exhausted, he yanked hard, and the strings of the evening dress snapped harshly on the back.

The fabric at the front was also torn in half, proving the man’s considerable strength.

Serena was still laughing at Adrian for not being able to find the zipper, and the next second, she shivered as a sudden coolness spread across her chest.

Her snow-white skin exposed to his gaze sent blood rushing to her head, and now the embarrased one was Serena.

Meeting Adrian’s intense, predatory gaze, she blushingly placed a hand in front of herself.

"Don’t look."

His eyes fell on her porcelain-like, tender white skin, and Adrian’s gaze became even more scorching.

His voice was uncharacteristically raspy, "So beautiful."

He lowered his head, kissing her forehead, then the center of her brows, the corner of her eyes, her lips, her collarbone...

Serena was kissed into a daze, going limp all over, her hands instinctively clinging to his neck.

His voice, laced with desire, kept echoing in her ears, "Serena, Serena..."

That night, Serena Summers could no longer recall how many times she had been tormented.

By the time they went to bed, a pale dawn was already breaking in the sky outside the window.

Adrian Holt seemed to possess endless energy, while she was so exhausted that she couldn’t even lift her hands, yet he was still in high spirits.

Adrian Holt leaned over, attempting to embrace Serena Summers from behind, but she struggled and pushed him away.

"Leave me alone, I don’t want to deal with you right now."

Serena Summers was too fatigued to even open her eyes, her voice hoarse, but she still instinctively moved her body, trying to get further away from him.

Adrian Holt awkwardly touched his nose, a hint of grievance rising in his heart.

He didn’t know what had come over him; it was as if a switch for memory had been flipped on, and everything just flowed naturally.

It felt as if he had done this countless times before, a soul-consuming and bone-eroding flavor that was addictive.

Even now, he could feel every cell in his body still in an excited state.

He softened his movements, and drew near to Serena Summers again, reassuringly murmuring, "Sorry, I didn’t control myself well, I’ll be more careful next time."

"You’re thinking there’ll be a next time?" Serena Summers forced her eyes open, surprised as she turned to look at him.

Adrian Holt felt as if he had been struck by lightning, "Wasn’t there...?"

Had he performed poorly just now?

That shouldn’t be the case.

Although he seemed to have no memory of such matters, men generally learn these things without instruction, and he thought he wasn’t that bad.

Serena Summers was provoked to laughter by him, turning her head away to ignore him.

How could someone be so slow on the uptake?

Gone for two years and his brain seemed not to function well, was that what she meant?

She didn’t want to deal with him.

Soon, Serena Summers fell asleep, leaving Adrian Holt behind, sinking into self-doubt.

By the time he snapped back to his senses, wanting to prove his capabilities, he found that someone was already sleeping soundly, heartlessly.

He laughed in irritation, lifting his hand to pinch Serena Summers’ nose, "Heartless little thing, falling asleep so readily."

As he spoke, he stretched his hand out, pulling Serena Summers into his embrace, and he too drifted into a deep sleep.

When Serena Summers woke up the next day, her entire body felt as if it had fallen apart; even the slightest movement caused a sore ache.

She couldn’t help inhaling sharply, the cool breath disturbing the lightly-sleeping Adrian Holt.

The man’s eyes opened, going from a daze to gradual clarity, finally fixing his gaze on Serena Summers.

Memories of the preceding night’s folly flooded his mind instantly, Adrian Holt’s eyes darkened, he cursed under his breath, and tightly hugged the person wriggling in his arms.

"Don’t move."

The man’s voice was deep and magnetic, inexplicably sexy and tempting.

The hot breath sprayed on the sensitive skin behind Serena Summers’ ears, causing her cheeks to blush as if flooded with blood.

"Don’t... don’t mess around, I have to go out today."

Adrian Holt immediately hesitated to move, and the two of them fumbled around in bed for a while before getting up.

When changing clothes in the cloakroom, Serena Summers took off her sleep dress and discovered marks all over her body.

She helplessly touched her forehead and chose a high-necked long-sleeve shirt to put on.

After finishing breakfast, Serena Summers prepared to leave.

Adrian Holt immediately took the car keys, "Where are you going? I’ll drive you."

"Going to see Minister Ray."

"Then let’s go."

After bidding farewell to Master Shaw, the two left in the car.