Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 106: Young Master, I Saw the Young Madam
Wren Sutton lowered her gaze, meeting the little girl’s big, tear-filled eyes. They were so sincere, so cautious.
She had finally spoken.
Other than hearing the word "Mommy" in a dream, this was the first time in real life that Wren Sutton had heard someone call her that.
She wasn’t angry at all. Instead, her heart ached even more for the little girl. She knelt down and gently wiped away her tears.
"You miss your mommy, don’t you? Maybe I look a little like her, so you’re mistaking me for her. But the truth is, I’m not your mommy."
The little girl blinked and called out again in her sweet, childish voice, "Mommy."
Right then and there, in her heart, Wren Sutton was her mommy—the very same one she had just seen in her dream.
Wren Sutton gave a helpless smile. "I’m not your mommy, sweetie. You have the wrong person."
The little girl was stubborn. "You are my mommy."
’If she wants to call me that, let her,’ Wren thought. ’There’s no one else around to hear it anyway.’
"Alright, then. Until we find your real mommy, I’ll be your temporary mommy."
With that, she carried the little girl to the sofa and poured her a glass of water.
Wren wanted to take this opportunity, while the little one was willing to talk, to ask some questions about her identity.
"Sweetie, I still don’t know your name. Can you tell me?"
"My name is Zoey."
"That’s a lovely name. And what’s your last name?" Wren guided her patiently.
The little girl shook her head without answering, turning to her doll and starting to play with it instead.
Wren: "..."
’Looks like I was being too optimistic and naive,’ she thought. ’The little one hasn’t completely opened up to me yet.’
Still, it wasn’t a total loss. At least she now knew the little girl’s name was Zoey.
’I’ll just have to find another chance to ask the rest of my questions later.’
The little girl treated the doll like a precious treasure, not wanting to get it dirty in the slightest. She used a wet wipe to clean the doll’s face until it was spotless and smoothed out its little dress until there wasn’t a single wrinkle.
Wren saw it all.
Just then, she suddenly realized that Zoey didn’t have a change of clothes. The ones she’d bought at the baby supply store that day were all too small for her.
’A little girl can’t go without a change of clothes!’
"Zoey, let’s go out. I’ll take you to buy some pretty dresses." Wren got up from the sofa, ready to leave immediately.
A flicker of light flashed in the little girl’s eyes—she was clearly tempted—but a second later, she shook her head. "I don’t want to go out."
She was afraid Wren would take her to the police station.
Wren walked over and stroked her head. "Why don’t you want to go out?"
"I’m sleepy." Zoey hugged her doll, lay down on the sofa, and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
Wren didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "You little sleepyhead, didn’t you just wake up? You’re drowsy again?"
"Mmm-hmm," Zoey answered with her eyes still closed.
Seeing this, Wren didn’t have the heart to force her.
"Alright, you be a good girl and sleep here at home, then. I’ll go out and buy you some clothes. I’ll be back soon."
"Okay."
There was a large shopping mall near Amberwood Estates, just a seven or eight-minute walk across the street.
Wren decided not to drive, opting to walk instead. She figured she could count it as exercise.
Once she arrived at the mall, Wren headed straight for the children’s clothing section.
She shopped quickly. Since she wasn’t worried about the price, she focused only on the fabric and style, buying whatever caught her eye.
She ended up picking out five or six outfits, buying everything from innerwear to outerwear, top to bottom, including shoes and socks.
As she paid, Wren imagined Zoey wearing these new clothes. She would surely look adorable, like a little model.
Even though she had spent quite a bit of money, she felt it was worth it.
After leaving the children’s clothing store, Wren also bought Zoey some pretty hair accessories and clips, along with other little trinkets girls like, treating her as if she were her own daughter.
...
A Rolls-Royce sped down the road, the atmosphere inside tense and solemn.
While waiting at a red light at an intersection, the driver spotted Wren Sutton at the entrance of the mall, just as she was preparing to cross the street.
"Sir, I see the Young Madam."
Adrian Lancaster was working on a file on his laptop, his well-defined fingers flying across the keyboard.
Hearing the driver’s words, he snapped his head up. His gaze was sharp, his brow frosted with cold anger—the fury from being stood up still simmering in his heart.
"Where is she?"
The driver pointed. "The Young Madam is at the entrance to Starlight Mall."
Adrian Lancaster followed his gaze and, sure enough, saw Wren Sutton.
’She’s all alone, carrying so many bags, big and small. I wonder if they’re heavy. Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Lancaster family doesn’t even provide her with a car.’
With a cold expression, Adrian Lancaster ordered the driver, "Drive over there."
"Yes, sir."
Just then, the light turned green.
The driver drove across the street, slowly approaching Wren Sutton, and stopped the car right in front of her.
The driver immediately got out, walked over, and took the bags from Wren’s hands.
"Young Madam, please get in the car."
It all happened too suddenly, without any warning.
By the time Wren processed what was happening, the driver had already placed all her bags in the trunk of the car.
The driver respectfully opened the car door and invited her to get in.
Wren: "..."
’What is going on?’
’I was just walking along peacefully. How did Adrian Lancaster’s driver suddenly pop out of nowhere?’
’Wait, if this is Adrian Lancaster’s driver, then Adrian Lancaster...’
Wren turned her head and, just as she expected, there was Adrian Lancaster sitting in the car, his profile stern, the line of his jaw sharp and smooth.
"Get in the car," he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Of course, Wren didn’t want to get in. Zoey was still waiting for her at home.
She couldn’t reveal that she had bought a place in Amberwood Estates, nor did she want Adrian to know about Zoey.
When Wren didn’t move, Adrian prompted her impatiently, "Do I have to get out and ask you myself?"
After saying that, he actually did get out of the car.
His tall figure cast a shadow over Wren, exuding a powerful, oppressive aura—an authority that required no anger to be felt.
Watching the man close in on her step by step, Wren subconsciously turned to leave, ready to abandon all the things she had just bought.
In her haste, she forgot about the curb behind her. Her heel hit the edge, and her body pitched backward uncontrollably. It looked like she was about to fall.
Adrian’s pupils contracted. He lunged forward in a single stride, catching her and pulling her into his arms.
In the struggle, Wren’s ankle inevitably twisted.
She hissed in pain.
Wren bit her lip to endure it. Although it hurt a little, it wasn’t serious—not so bad that she couldn’t walk.
"What is wrong with you? A grown woman can’t even walk straight? You even managed to twist your ankle. None of this would have happened if you’d just gotten in the car earlier," Adrian berated her without holding back.
Feeling defiant, Wren lifted her head and glared at him.
"Could you show a little compassion? I didn’t twist my ankle on purpose! Besides, if you hadn’t shown up out of nowhere, this wouldn’t have happened!"
’Maya Marshall had twisted her ankle more than once, and he certainly never had this kind of harsh attitude with her.’
’It’s true what they say,’ she thought bitterly. ’The difference between being loved and not being loved is most obvious in moments like these.’
Wren’s chest felt tight. It wasn’t jealousy, just a deep sense of displeasure that left a sour taste in her mouth.
Seeing that she was hurt, Adrian softened his tone. "Does your ankle hurt?"
"A little," Wren grumbled.
"Serves you right."
Though his words were harsh, his actions said otherwise. He swept Wren up into his arms and placed her in the car.
"To the hospital."
