Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 141: I Am Your Husband

Adrian Lancaster stared blankly at Zoey’s face. The more he looked, the more she resembled Lucia as a child.

’How can she look so much like her? It’s uncanny.’

’Could it be...’

A wild theory flashed through his mind, but it just didn’t add up.

Although Zoey’s features strongly resembled Lucia’s, she absolutely couldn’t be Lucia’s child. Adrian Lancaster was positive about that, certain there was no mistake.

He ruled out Lucia, and he ruled out himself. That left Julian Lancaster and...

Just then, Wren Sutton walked over and asked worriedly, "Zoey isn’t awake, is she?"

Adrian’s train of thought was broken.

"No."

His gaze slowly shifted to Wren Sutton, his dark eyes as deep as the sea.

"Besides knowing her name is Zoey, what else do you know? Tell me." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"You mean Zoey’s parentage?"

"Yes."

Wren Sutton shook her head helplessly. "If I knew, I wouldn’t still be unable to contact her family."

Adrian Lancaster remembered Wren had reported it to the police. "Still no news from the station?"

"None."

If the police station had contacted Zoey’s parents, they would have notified her immediately to bring Zoey in.

"Why are you suddenly so concerned about this?"

Adrian was silent for a moment. "Because I just realized this little girl looks a lot like Lucia did when she was a child."

Wren Sutton wasn’t surprised. Her expression was calm.

’He finally noticed. That saves me the trouble of having to hint at it.’

"Actually, Zoey looks a bit like you, too."

"Like me?" Adrian was surprised.

Wren nodded. "Lucia is your biological sister. Since Zoey looks like Lucia, it’s only natural she’d resemble you too."

Adrian’s brow furrowed, and he blurted out, "Then do you think Zoey looks like Julian Lancaster?"

The image of the Lancaster family’s Third Young Master, Julian Lancaster, flashed through Wren’s mind.

They had only met a few times and had no private contact. She could only recall a rough outline of his features.

She thought about it seriously. "Not really."

"It’s good that she doesn’t."

Wren was confused. "Why?"

Adrian had no intention of telling Wren about the Lancaster family’s scandals. "No reason."

"..."

Since he wouldn’t say, Wren averted her gaze, pressing her lips together, not bothering to ask again.

Adrian moved closer to her and lowered his voice. "Are you angry?"

With that, he hugged Wren from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

A shiver ran down Wren’s spine. He held her firmly, and she couldn’t move or break free.

Although the room was very private and no one would barge in, she still complained reluctantly, "We’re just talking. Don’t get handsy."

"How can a hug between a married couple be called ’getting handsy’?" Adrian’s breathing slowed, and the soft, elegant scent of her intoxicated him.

Wren felt uncomfortable. She suppressed her anger, really not wanting to wake Zoey.

"It’s getting late. I’m a little tired."

She had already been asleep, but Adrian’s sudden arrival at the hospital had not only woken her but also involved the hassle of changing rooms.

She was truly exhausted now, just forcing herself to stay up.

Adrian gave a half-smile. "Mm, you’re right. It is time to rest."

Wren breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she naively thought Adrian was about to let go, the next second, he scooped her up and walked toward the lounge inside.

"The bed out here is too small, only big enough for Zoey. The lounge has a double bed, perfect for the two of us."

Wren’s face fell in horror.

"I’m not sleeping in there! Put me down! I want to sleep out here with Zoey."

Adrian lowered his gaze, his eyes full of suggestion. His hot breath fanned across the sensitive skin behind her ear. "I need you to stay with me more than she does."

"Don’t be so childish! I’m serious, I’m not kidding! Put me down right now! I don’t want to fight with you in the middle of the night." Wren was agitated, her face flushing red.

"I hate fighting, too."

"Adrian Lancaster!"

"I’m here. Whatever you want to say, we can say it slowly in bed. I’ll listen to every word."

Adrian placed Wren on the bed. She tried to run, but he wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind. There was no escape.

Wren didn’t give up, struggling in his arms. "Let me go! I won’t sleep with you."

Adrian frowned, not liking her words. "I’m your husband. You can only sleep with me."

The word "husband" was like a knife to Wren’s heart. The title felt so ironic—both familiar and foreign, a reminder of the terrible, failed marriage she was trapped in.

If she could go back four years and choose again, she would definitely stay far away from Adrian Lancaster.

In the dead of night, drowsiness washed over Wren. She closed her eyes helplessly, pretending she was just leaning against a tree.

She didn’t want to hear a single word of whatever Adrian was saying behind her.

As she was drifting off, a tingling sensation suddenly spread through Wren’s body. It felt like someone was kissing her, from her neck to her collarbone, and then down to her chest...