Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 145: The Body Didn’t Cheat, but the Mind Did
Wren Sutton looked away.
Seeing that Zoey was still asleep, Isla Griffith asked curiously, "Did that guy show up early this morning, or did he never leave last night?"
Wren Sutton shook her head, feeling nothing. "I’m not sure either."
Isla Griffith lowered her voice, gloating a little. "Judging by how furious he looked, he probably stood guard at the door all night. Serves him right. No one forced him to stay; he’s the one who refused to leave."
Wren Sutton agreed. "Let’s not talk about him. We should wake Zoey up for breakfast. The doctor will be doing their rounds soon."
"Okay."
「Half an hour later.」
Wren Sutton was having breakfast with Zoey. Isla Griffith had to leave for something that came up suddenly.
A moment later, a uniformed staff member knocked and entered, greeting Wren Sutton respectfully.
"Hello, Mrs. Lancaster."
Wren Sutton looked up, her brow furrowing slightly. "Who are you? I don’t know you."
’And he knows about my relationship with Adrian Lancaster.’
"This is a hospital room. Please leave."
"I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Lancaster. I’m here to deliver clothes for Mr. Lancaster."
"Deliver clothes?"
Only then did Wren Sutton notice the man was holding a suit and carrying an elegant garment bag in his other hand.
"Mr. Lancaster called and instructed me to deliver the clothes here."
"..."
The staff member set the clothes down and tactfully took his leave.
Zoey, who had understood, tilted her little head and asked Wren Sutton, "Who is Mr. Lancaster?"
Wren Sutton felt a headache coming on as she wondered how to explain. "He’s..."
"It’s not that annoying uncle from last night, is it? Didn’t we kick him out of the room? Why is he still here?"
Before Wren Sutton could answer, the door to the lounge opened a crack, and Adrian Lancaster’s voice drifted out.
"Honey, bring me the clothes."
Wren Sutton nearly choked on her congee and coughed a few times.
It was no exaggeration to say this was the first time she had ever heard Adrian Lancaster call her "honey." She wasn’t used to it at all; in fact, she found it almost laughable.
’Four years of marriage and he never called me that once. Now that we’re about to get a divorce, he pulls this? Who is he trying to mock?’
"Get it yourself." Wren Sutton didn’t move from her seat.
"I just showered and I’m only wearing a towel. It’s not convenient for me to come out."
Adrian Lancaster thought Isla Griffith was still there. But even if she wasn’t, Zoey was, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to just stroll out.
Wren Sutton couldn’t believe him. "You’re taking a shower in the hospital in the middle of the day!"
"I didn’t shower last night. If I don’t wash up today, you’ll start finding me disgusting."
"Whether you shower or not has nothing to do with me."
Annoyed, Wren Sutton stood up. She had to consider Zoey; if Adrian Lancaster really came out wrapped in a towel, it would definitely frighten her.
"Zoey, be a good girl and eat by yourself for a minute."
"Okay." Zoey was very obedient. She lowered her head and focused on her food, her little mind lost in thought.
’What does "honey" mean?’
With complicated feelings, Wren Sutton carried the clothes to the lounge door.
She didn’t go in, instead reaching out to pass the items through the crack in the door.
"Here, your clothes."
The next second, Adrian Lancaster grabbed her arm, pulling her and the clothes inside.
With a soft CLICK, the door shut behind her.
Realizing she’d been tricked, Wren Sutton was furious and humiliated.
"Adrian Lancaster, you tricked me! I was nice enough to bring you your clothes, and you..."
Adrian Lancaster tossed the clothes aside, stepped forward to hug her, and lowered his head to rest it gently on her shoulder.
Having just showered, he was still damp, his skin radiating heat. A fresh, minty scent from his body wash mixed with the scorching breath that fanned across Wren Sutton’s ear.
"Why didn’t you open the door for me last night? You didn’t answer my calls or reply to my texts. I sat on the bench outside your door all night. It got so cold in the early hours that I almost caught a cold."
Listening to Adrian Lancaster’s dejected and hurt tone, Wren Sutton felt like her eyes had been opened.
’The great president of a corporation, always so cold and aloof, so wild and arrogant—he can actually feel wronged?’
"Your legs are attached to your body. I wasn’t stopping you."
"But I just didn’t want to leave. I wanted to be closer to you." Adrian Lancaster’s voice was deep and magnetic; if you listened closely, it was both gentle and alluring.
Wren Sutton found it cheesy and struggled. "The clothes are delivered. Let me out. The doctor will be doing their rounds soon, and Zoey is out there alone."
"Just a little longer."
Wren Sutton got angry. "Let go of me."
"Maya Marshall admitted she was lying. She was never pregnant," Adrian Lancaster revealed.
"The only reason she said that was to make you angry and drive a wedge between us."
Even so, Wren Sutton remained unmoved. Her mind was perfectly clear.
"Even if Maya Marshall wasn’t pregnant and you didn’t physically cheat, you had an emotional affair. You favored Maya Marshall in your heart. That’s an undeniable fact."
Adrian Lancaster’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained, "I don’t love Maya Marshall anymore. I was good to her because she saved me when we were kids. To repay that debt, I couldn’t just ignore her."
Wren Sutton blurted out sarcastically, "And there’s an even more important reason. Maya Marshall had an amputation and became disabled. You feel she’s not good enough for you now, so you started keeping your distance."
His thoughts having been exposed, Adrian Lancaster’s expression grew solemn. The look in his eyes was dark and unreadable as he silently admitted that was part of the reason.
"Men are such bastards. Everyone says women are pragmatic, but I think men are even more so. They change their minds in a heartbeat and act so self-righteous about it."
After saying her piece, Wren Sutton took advantage of Adrian Lancaster’s distraction to push him away, quickly turn around, and open the door to leave.
Adrian Lancaster reached out and grabbed at empty air.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Kevin Dawson.
"President Lancaster, the organizers have notified us. We need to be at the convention center at 9 a.m. They’ll be announcing the bidding results on the spot."
"Understood."
Adrian Lancaster hung up, completely confident. His eyes sharpened, and he instantly reverted to the imposing aura of a top-tier executive, a completely different person from moments before.
’This bid... he would definitely be the winner.’
