Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 351: Little Devil Serena Summers

Feeling the burning gaze on her, Serena Summers’s cheeks reddened. "Why are you looking at me like that? It’s not like you’ve never seen me before."

Adrian Holt’s eyes were deep, his thin lips lifting into a faint curve, "Beautiful."

Her slender legs and alabaster skin were exposed to the air, radiating dazzling light under the lamp.

The slip dress held her graceful figure within the thin fabric, yet couldn’t hide her sensual and enchanting temperament.

Those eyes, however, were clear and distinct, like flawless colored glaze, unnaturally pristine.

It was his first time seeing someone blend seductiveness with innocence so effortlessly, making one unable to refrain from embracing her, wanting to meld her into his very marrow.

Upon hearing Adrian’s praise, a smile spread across Serena’s fair, small face.

She shyly walked to the bed and returned the compliment: "Husband, you look good too."

She was speaking the truth, Adrian Holt was the most handsome man she had ever seen, without parallel.

His dark blue robe was slightly open, revealing the strong, clearly defined chest muscles underneath, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a perfectly proportioned physique.

In his narrow phoenix eyes hid an abyss-like vortex, dark and enigmatic. Now, with lips slightly pursed, he appeared as a cold, chaste deity exiled from heaven.

Being stared at like that made Serena feel her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Adrian stretched out his long arm, pulling Serena into his embrace, and then swiftly flipped her beneath him.

His movements were fast, and Serena could hardly react, feeling the world spin around her.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, and when she came to her senses, she realized she was lying on the soft, large bed.

Adrian’s tall and cool silhouette pressed down, his obsidian-like eyes as profound as frozen pools, seeming as though one more glance would cause her to plunge into the abyss.

Just as his lips were about to meet hers, Serena pushed him in a panic, whispering softly, "Not today, my aunt is here."

"Aunt? Don’t you only have an uncle?"

Adrian was stunned, momentarily failing to grasp the meaning of her words.

Unable to hold back, Serena laughed out loud, never in her life expecting to have to explain this to the same person twice.

After she had laughed enough, her cheeks flushed, as if engorged, "Not that kind of aunt, it’s..."

She leaned close to Adrian’s ear, murmuring an explanation, her cheeks reddening like ripe cherries, stirring the turmoil within him even more.

Adrian felt a burning heat throughout his body, a vein throbbing on his forehead, ultimately cursing under his breath.

Releasing his tight hold on Serena, he turned over to lie beside her, his jaw clenched as if struggling tremendously to restrain himself.

Seeing this, Serena couldn’t help but feel mischievously gleeful.

Her eyes, as clear and shiny as grapes, rolled around before she smirked slyly and quietly reached out her hand.

Adrian felt something poking his arm and instinctively turned his head, meeting Serena’s sprightly and beautiful almond eyes.

Looking down, he saw a fair and delicate finger poking at his arm.

Amusing herself to no end.

Adrian caught her soft and tender hand in his grip, warning her in a low voice, "Stop it."

The man’s voice was deep and husky, carrying an indescribable magnetism.

Serena’s ears tingled, as if a current flowed through them.

She took the hint, promptly closed her mouth and let Adrian pull her into his embrace.

Serena had just taken a shower, her hair still damp; feeling the warm breath spray from the top of her head, her body stiffened, not daring to move.

After an unknown time, Adrian finally exhaled deeply, pushing down the restlessness in his heart.

He lowered his gaze and found the person in his arms had somehow fallen asleep.

"You little ingrate, sleeping so soundly."

Adrian chuckled helplessly, his long finger tapping her nose, then leaned down to bestow a kiss and closed his eyes to sleep too.

That night, they slept in each other’s arms, and nothing else happened.

The next morning, Serena Summers woke up and couldn’t help but sigh to herself as she remembered what happened last night: her husband’s self-restraint is really strong!

The one with strong self-restraint: "..."

Heaven knows how he endured all through last night.

Serena Summers was restless in her sleep last night, occasionally moving around in his arms.

Every time she moved, the desire he had managed to suppress rose again.

Again and again, Adrian Holt took several cold showers throughout the night, only calming down when it was almost dawn.

And yet the very instigator of all this had no idea, stretching lazily and rolling over in his arms.

"Honey, good morning."

Her voice sweet and sticky, as if smeared with honey.

Makes one unable to help but soften their heart.

Adrian Holt rubbed his tired brow and responded with a low "hmm," acknowledging her.

The little troublemaker today, for some reason, suddenly snuggled up and wrapped her arms around his neck, scrutinizing his face back and forth.

"What’s up?" Adrian Holt asked, puzzled.

"Why are you so cold to me today? The old Adrian Holt would kiss me and then say good morning."

"Am I really being cold?" Adrian Holt was utterly baffled.

Serena Summers, however, nodded vehemently, "Absolutely, tell me, did I make you unhappy last night?"

Humph! Dog of a man, always thinking about that kind of stuff.

Completely inconsiderate towards us girls.

Adrian Holt was momentarily taken aback before he caught on, somewhat amused, "How could it be? I’m not one to be driven by lust."

Serena Summers pouted, looking at him skeptically, "Really? Then why didn’t you give me a good morning kiss?"

Adrian Holt thought about it and realized that indeed, there had been no good morning kiss; it was an oversight on his part.

So, he leaned down to kiss her smooth forehead and quietly wished her a good morning.

"So perfunctory."

Serena Summers grumbled yet, as always, was tough with her words but happy at heart.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a dark shadow loomed over her.

What followed was the unique, fresh breath of the man engulfing her, sealing her lips thoroughly.

Now, not a word could pass Serena Summers’ lips.

When getting out of bed, she found her lips swollen from someone’s kisses; no lipstick was needed for them to look lusciously red.

She glared at Adrian Holt, seriously attending to his shaving beside her, and complained, "You could kiss, but who told you to be so forceful? They’re all swollen now; how can I go out and meet people like this?"

Adrian Holt’s gaze fell on her flushed lips, his eyes darkening as if the taste, soft and sweet, was still lingering in his mouth.

He cleared his throat and said, "You were the one who asked for it, how can you blame me now? Huh?"

It seems it was indeed.

Serena Summers’ long, curly lashes trembled slightly, suddenly feeling a bit guilty, but she quickly lifted her small chin defiantly and pronounced, "If I say it’s your fault, it’s your fault, no talking back."

Like a domineering little empress.

Adrian Holt sighed helplessly, thinking that Brandon Reese was right after all: women always have those few days each month when they become utterly unreasonable.

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After all, this is his wife, isn’t it?

If he annoyed her, in the end, wouldn’t he be the one who feels hurt?