Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 120: Can’t Hide the Pregnancy Anymore
Adrian Lancaster came on strong, and he wasn’t playing around.
He couldn’t stop himself from ripping open Wren Sutton’s blouse. He wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her with a desperate, fiery passion, his breathing ragged.
All his love and hate melted into the most primitive desire.
A man’s possessiveness was a wicked thing. Adrian Lancaster would not allow Wren Sutton to be with any other man. Her body and her heart could only belong to him.
A chill ran over her exposed shoulders. Humiliated and furious, Wren Sutton used both hands to fight against Adrian Lancaster’s forceful advance.
"Don’t you touch me!"
The difference in strength between a man and a woman was immense. No matter how hard she struggled, she was no match for Adrian Lancaster. She only succeeded in making herself breathless and disheveled.
In his eyes, her struggles looked like she was just playing hard to get—a coy refusal.
Seeing that Wren Sutton wouldn’t cooperate, Adrian Lancaster grew desperate. He ripped off his tie, bound her hands with it, and carried her to the bed.
He didn’t see it as an insult, but rather as a bit of fun between a man and a woman.
He had played like this with Wren Sutton occasionally in the past, and she hadn’t rejected it.
"If you won’t let me touch you, who will? That bastard from the photo? Look at his build. He’s not as tall or as strong as me. I doubt he could satisfy you."
With that, he tore off his shirt, revealing a powerful, well-built torso. His aggressive posture and gaze were completely undisguised.
"I can do what that bastard can’t."
Wren Sutton shrank back in fear, retreating to a corner of the headboard. She shook her head, crying, her tears like pearls from a broken string slipping down her cheeks.
She knew from bitter experience just how formidable this man was in bed. It was more than any normal person could endure.
Especially the last time. His lack of restraint and his roughness had caused her to suffer a ruptured ovarian cyst, leaving an indelible shadow on her heart that she still couldn’t face. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"Adrian Lancaster, you can’t do this to me. I’ll hate you for the rest of my life."
Adrian Lancaster was unmoved. He grabbed Wren Sutton’s ankle and dragged her beneath him.
The pad of his thumb gently caressed her cheek, his deep, burning gaze fixed on her lips.
"Just be good, and I won’t hurt you."
Wren Sutton’s body was rigid, completely unresponsive.
"I can’t right now."
"It’s been too long. You’ve gotten rusty." Adrian Lancaster’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He was at his limit. The muscles in his thighs tensed, veins bulging, exuding a wild, masculine desire fueled by pure testosterone.
He knelt on the bed and slowly lifted Wren Sutton’s legs...
Wren Sutton couldn’t break free. She stared at the ceiling, tears of despair streaming from her eyes.
’I can’t hide it any longer. If I do, both my child and I will suffer.’
"Adrian Lancaster, stop! I’m..."
The two words, "I’m pregnant," were on the tip of her tongue.
Just as she was about to say them, the sudden ringing of a cell phone shattered the moment.
He was on the verge of making his move when he heard the phone ring. He frowned in annoyance, shot a cold glance at the screen, and answered.
"Adrian, you need to get to the hospital, quickly! Maya’s gone into surgery again."
Adrian Lancaster’s expression changed in an instant. All his desire vanished. He lowered Wren Sutton’s legs.
"I’m on my way."
He hung up, quickly dressed, and left the bedroom.
Throughout the entire process, he didn’t spare Wren Sutton a single glance, offer any explanation, or even untie the tie binding her wrists.
Wren Sutton wasn’t surprised. She lay on the bed, calming her breathing, silently thanking the phone call for keeping her and her child safe.
After a struggle, she finally managed to undo the tie, freeing her hands.
Still fuming, Wren Sutton cursed under her breath as she took a pair of scissors, cut the tie to shreds, and threw the pieces in the trash.
She couldn’t stand another moment in this villa, so familiar yet so alien. She randomly picked a car from the garage, drove away, and let her tears scatter in the wind.
On the way, she got a call from Spencer Sawyer.
Wren Sutton answered, her voice sounding as normal as ever. "Spencer."
Spencer Sawyer was frantic. "Where are you right now?"
He had just heard from a friends’ group chat that Wren Sutton had been taken from the Quinn Family’s home by the police as a suspect.
If she were still at the police station, he would use his father’s connections to get her out.
Spencer Sawyer believed Wren Sutton was innocent. ’She’s so kind and reasonable,’ he thought. ’There’s no way she could harm anyone!’
