Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 15: A Change of Style: Pure and Alluring
Wren hadn’t expected Adrian to come back at this time and stared at him in surprise. The fact that he would ask such a question meant he had been at the door, listening to her conversation with Isla.
Just as she was anxiously trying to figure out how to respond, her best friend suddenly stood up.
"To think the president of a major corporation would stoop to eavesdropping."
Isla met Adrian’s gaze directly, her demeanor poised and unintimidated.
Adrian’s expression was cold, his gaze sharp. "This is my house."
"It doesn’t matter whose house it is. The fact is, you were eavesdropping. How else would you know Wren and I were talking about divorce?" Isla stated bluntly, not beating around the bush.
At a time like this, the more you tried to hide something, the more likely it was to be exposed.
Adrian’s dark eyes narrowed, and his entire being exuded a dangerous, sinister aura. "Which of you is getting a divorce? As far as I know, you’re not married."
Isla had already prepared her response and wasn’t the least bit flustered. "First of all, whether I’m married or not is none of your business.
"Second, Wren and I weren’t discussing our own lives. We were dishing on someone else’s drama. Ever heard of that, President Lancaster?"
Adrian coldly withdrew his gaze and turned to Wren, his expression far from tender. "You were talking about other people?"
He wanted to hear her say it herself.
Of course, Wren would back up her best friend. "Yes, we were just talking about some entertainment gossip. A few celebrity couples have divorced recently, and one of them was a couple I used to ship. It’s a shame, so we were just talking about it."
Her expression was natural, just like when she usually spoke, showing no signs of lying.
Adrian bought it. More importantly, he was utterly convinced that Wren would never, ever divorce him. "The love lives and feuds of a bunch of performers. What’s there to get worked up about?"
Hearing Adrian’s scornful tone, Isla was instantly ticked off. "What’s wrong with being performers? We work honestly and earn clean money with our own skills. That’s a lot better than some homewrecking mistress with twisted morals and underhanded methods."
It was a thinly veiled jab, and anyone with half a brain could tell who she was talking about.
But since Isla hadn’t named anyone, Adrian had no excuse to lash out. He could only grit his teeth in frustration. In the ensuing silence, he finally realized where Wren had picked up her recent foul mood.
After the little interlude, Isla showed no intention of leaving. She sat down and continued to eat cake, drink tea, and scroll through her phone, as if she were in her own home.
Wren was on the same page as her best friend and didn’t mind one bit. Her only concern was that Adrian might give Isla a hard time.
To ease the tension, Wren approached Adrian, breaking the silence in a gentle voice. "Did you come back for something?"
"I left a document at home. Just came back to grab it."
Wren took the initiative to straighten Adrian’s tie, hoping to dispel any lingering suspicions he might have. She can’t let him suspect anything before the cooling-off period is over.
"When is Kevin coming back? If he were here, you wouldn’t have had to make a special trip."
Kevin Dawson was Adrian’s assistant. He had gone abroad half a month ago to handle some matters for Adrian and had not yet returned.
Adrian lowered his gaze, his expression softening a bit. "Next Tuesday."
"Oh, that’s soon."
Seeing the gentleness in her eyes, his mood improved. "Do you like the necklace?"
Wren answered honestly, "I do."
"It’s the upgraded Heart of the Ocean, bought especially for you. It’s the only one in the world."
"Thank you."
With Isla watching, Adrian couldn’t be overly affectionate with Wren. Before he left, he took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I’m going to the office."
Wren dutifully saw him to the door. Adrian didn’t let her go downstairs. She turned, closed the door, and let out a long sigh of relief. "How was my acting?"
Isla gave her a thumbs-up. "Fantastic. You’re a natural. Even better than me."
Wren praised her friend in return, "It’s a good thing you reacted so quickly just now, or we would have been in trouble."
After finishing the cake, Isla helped her go through her clothes.
Wren’s closet contained no cheap clothes, only designer labels. The cuts, designs, and craftsmanship were all impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.
However, Isla felt the clothes didn’t suit Wren at all. They did nothing to highlight her amazing figure or her natural aura.
"Don’t you think these clothes are too old-fashioned? They’re basically all business suits, the colors are on the dark side, and they’re too mature."
"Well, I’m not an eighteen-year-old anymore. Of course, I should dress more maturely."
"Wrong. You should dress in a way that’s more feminine."
Isla pulled Wren in front of the mirror. "You were born with such amazing assets—fair skin, a beautiful face, long legs, the face of an angel, and the body of a goddess. You should be going for that innocent-yet-sexy look, or a retro-glam style with fiery red lips. Anything would be better than this mature style that makes you look older."
Wren looked at her reflection. "I think the mature style looks fine."
Isla said earnestly, "Between looking good and looking better, of course, you choose better. Change your style, change your mood. You won’t know how beautiful you can be until you try."
Wren didn’t argue.
Everyone wants to feel beautiful, after all.
Isla took her silence as a yes and decided to strike while the iron was hot. "Let’s go shopping right now. We’ll buy you new clothes, get you a makeover, and turn you into an absolute knockout. Not for anyone else, just for you."
Wren was tempted. "But I don’t like wearing anything too revealing. It makes me feel self-conscious."
Isla looked at her with exasperation. "Wren Sutton! Who told you that being captivating means you have to show a ton of skin?"
"You don’t have to?"
"You don’t!"
"Oh, as long as it’s not revealing."
Isla said no more, pulled Wren downstairs, and drove straight to the shopping mall.
When they entered, they were each holding a cup of milk tea, their expressions lazy and relaxed.
Isla was the strategist, in charge of putting outfits together. Wren was very cooperative, trying on several ensembles in a sophisticated yet alluring style.
And just as she’d predicted, compared to the drab, dark colors she used to wear, Wren instantly became more radiant, looking both alluring and elegant.
The small beauty mark near the corner of her eye was the perfect finishing touch, accentuating a unique and sophisticated beauty with an air of cool elegance.
Isla was incredibly pleased, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Now this is what I’m talking about. You should have been dressing like this ages ago. You look absolutely stunning. Honestly, I’m a little jealous."
Wren smiled happily. It really does look good, she thought. I love it. So I can pull off this kind of style after all.
Isla put down the magazine in her hand and got up from the sofa.
"Excuse me," Isla called to a sales associate. "We’ll take all of these outfits and shoes. And the set my friend is wearing now, with the shoes—she’ll just wear it out."
"Of course. Please pay over here." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Isla followed, took out her phone, and was about to scan the code when Wren stopped her.
"I’ll pay."
Wren also took out her phone.
The total for all the outfits and shoes wasn’t cheap, coming up to nearly $300,000.
She knew her best friend was well-off, but that money didn’t grow on trees. Isla had earned it through her hard work as an actress, and Wren couldn’t bear to let her spend so much.
Isla disagreed, holding down Wren’s hand to stop her from paying. "It’s just a few outfits. I can afford it. Think of it as a gift."
Wren said, "My birthday is still a long way off."
"The birthday gift is separate. These clothes today are a divorce gift.
"My best friend is ditching a scumbag and embracing her own fabulous self. That’s worth celebrating! What’s wrong with my buying you a few outfits? If you try to stop me again, I’m going to get genuinely mad."
A wave of warmth washed over her, and Wren smiled, touched. "In that case, I’ll happily accept."
...
With the clothes and shoes sorted out, Isla prepared to take Wren to a private studio to get her hair done.
The two friends went down to the first floor. As they were passing the jewelry section, Isla was suddenly hit with a stomachache and rushed to the restroom.
Wren waited where she was. When she casually turned her head, she saw two familiar figures.
Adrian Lancaster and Maya Marshall.
Maya had her arm linked through Adrian’s, pointing eagerly at the jewelry in a display case. Adrian nodded and, without a word, pulled out a black card and handed it to the salesperson, his expression one of pure indulgence.
Wren stared without blinking, numb and somewhat dazed.
So this was what Adrian meant by "going to the office." He was actually out with Maya, buying her jewelry.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before the sound of an announcement over the store’s intercom pulled her from her thoughts.
Just as she was about to turn away, Adrian suddenly looked in her direction.
Their eyes met.
