Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 150: Don’t Want His Gifts

Wren Sutton was stunned.

’Isn’t this a classic movie scene? The hero plans a surprise, the heroine finds a ring in her dessert, and he takes the opportunity to propose.’

Wren Sutton instinctively looked up at Adrian Lancaster, who sat across from her.

A perfect smile played on his lips, and his eyes were full of tenderness and affection as he gazed at her.

"I never see you wearing your wedding ring. I figured you didn’t like it, so I got you a new one."

Wren Sutton was speechless.

’Who said I don’t wear it because I don’t like it?’

’She refused to believe Adrian Lancaster didn’t know the real reason she never wore it.’

"I chose this pink diamond ring especially for you. Try it on." Adrian Lancaster’s voice was full of anticipation.

’If Wren Sutton accepts this ring, it means he still has a chance to win back her heart. She’ll fall in love with him all over again.’

Wren Sutton lowered her gaze, a faint smile on her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. She gently placed the ring on the table and continued eating her cake, taking small bites.

No matter what, she wasn’t going to accept that ring.

The past was a harsh lesson, and Wren Sutton wouldn’t be so quick to believe Adrian Lancaster’s words again.

’Just like that Iceberry Powder Porsche, this pink diamond ring was probably intended for Maya Marshall...’

The atmosphere grew silent.

Adrian Lancaster held his composure and waited patiently.

Time ticked by, second by second. Wren Sutton finished the cake on her plate with a satisfied air.

"I’m finished. Let’s go."

With that, she stood up and walked toward the exit without a single glance at the ring.

As she passed Adrian Lancaster, he grabbed her wrist firmly, stopping her from leaving.

Wren Sutton could feel the icy chill radiating from him, and in her peripheral vision, she saw his frost-like expression.

She wasn’t surprised. He had never been a good-tempered man.

"Why won’t you take the ring? Don’t you like pink diamonds?"

Wren Sutton answered frankly, her voice calm. "It has nothing to do with the type of diamond or the color."

"So you just don’t want anything from me," Adrian Lancaster said, his tone dark.

’That’s right, that’s exactly what I mean.’

Wren Sutton decided to be blunt. "If there’s something I want, I’ll buy it myself. You don’t need to trouble yourself."

Adrian Lancaster gritted his teeth. The good mood from winning the bid couldn’t overcome the displeasure he felt now.

"Fine. Very good."

"Since Mrs. Lancaster is being so sensible, perhaps I should reward you with something."

Wren Sutton was not moved. "A reward won’t be necessary. I don’t need anything."

Faced with her cold attitude, Adrian Lancaster grew agitated, a vein throbbing on his forehead.

"It seems I was getting ahead of myself."

He was angry and let go of Wren Sutton’s hand.

"Get home by yourself. I have something else to do."

Wren Sutton showed no emotion. In fact, she was more than happy to oblige. She walked out of the restaurant without looking back and went to hail a taxi.

Adrian Lancaster watched her through the restaurant window.

A few minutes later, she flagged down a taxi, opened the back door, and ducked inside. The car sped off and disappeared from sight.

Adrian Lancaster retracted his gaze. His eyes fell on the pink diamond ring, and his dark pupils constricted, turning cold and dim.

A moment later, he picked up his phone and stood to leave.

As he neared the entrance, a waitress hurried after him.

"Sir, you forgot your ring."

Adrian Lancaster glanced down at the ring condescendingly. "Throw it away."

The waitress was shocked.

’This is a rare pink diamond ring, a once-in-a-lifetime find!’

’To just throw it away... what a terrible waste! Are all rich people this heartless?’

’If her professional ethics didn’t hold her back, she really wanted to say, "It’s a shame to throw it away, why not give it to me?"’

Adrian Lancaster coldly withdrew his gaze and started walking out.

The waitress snapped back to reality, casting her fantasy to the winds, and once again stepped forward to block his path.

"Sir, please calm down. A ring symbolizes love. You can’t just throw it away, or it will affect the luck and fortune of your marriage."

Adrian Lancaster’s brows furrowed.

’There’s a superstition about that?’

’It was the first time he’d ever heard of it.’

Seeing him hesitate, the waitress decided to strike while the iron was hot, earnestly rattling off a long list of reasons.

Adrian Lancaster listened selectively to a few sentences before changing his mind and taking the ring.

The waitress felt she had done something truly great. She was very proud and gave herself a mental thumbs-up.

’I’m amazing. Pretty, kind-hearted, and a smooth talker too.’

...

Wren Sutton had the taxi driver take her to Amberwood Estates.

While Aunt Zane and Ms. Morgan were at the hospital taking care of Zoey, she went home, took a long, comfortable bath, and then fell straight to sleep.

Because she had forgotten to set an alarm and had purposely silenced her phone, Wren Sutton slept until five in the afternoon.

When she woke up and checked her phone, she found two missed calls from her parents from half an hour ago.

Wren Sutton immediately sat up and called them back.

"Mom, my phone was on silent, I just saw your call. Are you and Dad back from your trip?"

"Yes, we just got home a little while ago. We bought so many local specialties they’re piled up like a small mountain. Come get some when you have time. I’ve already sorted everything."

"Got it."

"By the way, how is Adrian’s grandmother? Is she getting out of the hospital soon?" Mrs. Sutton was still concerned about Old Mrs. Lancaster.

"She’s recovering well. I went to see her at the hospital a few days ago." Wren Sutton calculated the time. "She should be discharged in the next few days."

Mrs. Sutton was relieved. "That’s good. They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a bone injury. It’s best for her to rest quietly at home. No matter how good the hospital is, it’s never as good as being home."

Having not seen them for a few days, Wren Sutton missed her parents very much. There was a lot she wanted to tell them, including everything that had happened recently.

"Mom, I’ll head over in a bit. Let’s have hot pot at home tonight. I’ll buy the ingredients, so you and Dad can just relax and not worry about a thing."

"Okay, we’ll do as you say," Mrs. Sutton agreed happily.

Wren Sutton hung up, got out of bed, changed her clothes, and got ready to go to the supermarket.

Just as she stepped out of the elevator into the first-floor lobby, she ran into Spencer Sawyer.

The last time they had met was at the coffee shop when he introduced her to Mr. Pierce.

"Spencer."

Spencer Sawyer seemed to be in low spirits. He was walking with his head down, looking preoccupied, and didn’t hear her call out.

It wasn’t until Wren Sutton walked closer and stood in front of him that he looked up. When he saw it was her, a faint glimmer of light finally appeared in his otherwise dull eyes.

"Spencer, are you okay? You don’t look so good."

Spencer Sawyer quickly composed himself, shaking off his dejected mood and forcing a smile. "I’m fine."

He changed the subject, turning his attention to Wren Sutton.

"Where are you headed?"

"To my parents’ house," Wren Sutton answered honestly.

Spencer Sawyer silently breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought she’d been summoned by the police again.

"Spencer, are you really okay?" Wren Sutton still felt something was wrong. You couldn’t fake looking that pale.

Spencer Sawyer hadn’t planned on saying anything, but for some reason, the words just came out.

"Something unpleasant happened. It’s about that bidding conference I mentioned to you a few days ago."

Wren Sutton remembered.

Spencer Sawyer sighed and continued, "They announced the results today. I lost. I didn’t get the project."

At that moment, Wren Sutton remembered Adrian Lancaster saying he had won the bid. Her heart skipped a beat.

’Could they have been bidding on the same project?’

"Can I ask what project it was?"

At this point, Spencer Sawyer had nothing to hide.

"The Dreamtide Bay Resort. The final winner was The Rhodes Group."

"Losing to him... I have to admit, he earned it."

"That President Lancaster... he’s no simple man."