Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 152: I Must Stay Tonight

Wren Sutton was surprised. She hadn’t expected Adrian Lancaster to suddenly appear.

’How did he know she had come back to her parents’ house?’

When she didn’t answer, Adrian Lancaster got out of the car with a cold expression.

"If you won’t tell me, I’ll go upstairs and ask your parents."

Wren Sutton snapped out of it and stood in Adrian Lancaster’s way, clearly not wanting him to go into her family’s home.

"He’s my mom’s student."

Adrian Lancaster was skeptical.

He knew Mrs. Sutton was a highly respected professor from Arden University. Even though she was retired, it was normal for students to visit her at home.

However, ’what kind of student would require her to personally see him out?’

"Man or woman?"

"A man."

Adrian Lancaster’s dark eyes immediately darkened.

"For him to stay this late, he must be a student your mother thinks very highly of."

Recognizing the sarcastic, jealous undertone in his voice, Wren Sutton ignored him, unwilling to continue the conversation.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your parents are back from their trip. I came to see them," Adrian Lancaster said self-righteously.

Wren was surprised. She hadn’t told him.

"How did you know my parents were back?"

Adrian replied, "Your mother posted about it."

Wren was even more astonished. "You’re friends with my mom?"

Adrian averted his gaze. "I’m friends with both of them."

"When did you add my parents? I had no idea."

"There’s a lot you don’t know."

Wren was speechless.

Adrian insisted on going upstairs, and Wren was powerless to stop him.

Resigned, they entered the elevator together, standing on opposite sides in silence.

The elevator chimed as it reached their floor. As Wren started to walk out, Adrian suddenly grabbed her hand and held it tight.

Wren frowned and shot him a look. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"If you don’t want your parents to know we fought today, we’ll walk in holding hands."

Wren was at a loss for words.

Before Wren could protest, Adrian had already pulled her to the front door and rung the bell.

Soon, the door opened from the inside.

"Dad, Mom." Adrian greeted them as he walked in. His manners were impeccable, his demeanor charming—utterly flawless.

"I came to pick up Wren and thought I’d stop by to see you both."

Mr. and Mrs. Sutton were delighted to see Adrian.

Seeing the young couple getting along so well put them at ease.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

"No."

Hearing this, Mrs. Sutton immediately headed for the kitchen. "I’ll go make you something."

Not wanting her mother to go to the trouble, Wren said, "Mom, I’ll do it. You two chat in the living room."

Adrian showed no trace of modesty. He hadn’t had Wren’s cooking in a long time and missed it terribly. Now he finally had the chance. He reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Thank you, honey. A simple bowl of noodles is fine, no need to make anything complicated."

Wren rolled her eyes internally but forced a smile. "It’s no trouble."

She turned and walked into the kitchen, her face devoid of expression as she began to cook.

In less than ten minutes, a simple bowl of scallion oil noodles was ready.

Wren brought it out and set it on the dining table.

"Adrian, go wash your hands. It’s ready."

"Coming."

Adrian got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Mrs. Sutton stood up as well and went into the dining room. When she saw nothing but a lone plate of noodles on the table, with no side dishes at all, she thought it looked a bit lacking.

"Nina, did you forget? There’s that braised beef you just bought in the fridge."

Of course Wren hadn’t forgotten. She had bought the braised beef at the supermarket just today. It was still in its packaging; she just couldn’t be bothered to slice it.

"Adrian doesn’t like beef."

Mrs. Sutton paused. "Oh. He eats pork, though, right? Slice up some Jinhua ham and add a few slivers of cucumber."

Wren didn’t want to lift a finger. Making the scallion oil noodles was already the most effort she was willing to put in.

"He can’t eat too much at night."

"Not even cucumber slivers?"

Wren leaned in close to her mother’s ear and whispered, "Adrian has a sensitive stomach and he’s a picky eater. The doctor told him to watch his diet. It’s not that I’m being mean to him."

Since Wren had put it that way, Mrs. Sutton didn’t press the issue. She returned to the living room to watch TV, leaving her daughter and son-in-law alone in the dining room.

When Adrian came back from washing his hands, he saw Wren waiting for him at the dining table. He walked over and sat down across from her.

"Scallion oil noodles?"

"I remember you used to like them a lot."

Adrian looked at her, a hint of tenderness in his deep eyes. "What I like are the scallion oil noodles that *you* make."

Wren said nothing, her head bowed toward her phone as she perfectly avoided his gaze.

In truth, she didn’t want to be in the dining room with Adrian at all. She was only staying so her parents wouldn’t get suspicious.

Adrian thought Wren was just being shy. With a faint smile, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. His movements were elegant and graceful, a testament to his upbringing.

In just a few moments, he’d finished every last noodle on the plate.

"I’m finished. Let’s head back so your parents can get some rest," Adrian said, ready to take Wren with him.

Wren looked up and refused calmly, "I’m sleeping here tonight."

Adrian wouldn’t have it. "Come home tonight. I’ll drive you back here tomorrow."

"Why go through so much trouble."

"It’s no trouble."

"Well, I think it is." Wren was adamant about not leaving with him.

Adrian’s face darkened. He was clearly angry, but he couldn’t lose his temper in front of her parents, so he had to force it down.

"Do you have to be like this?"

"Yes, I insist on staying tonight."

They were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give an inch.

The seconds ticked by.

Adrian, seeing he had no way of changing Wren’s mind, gritted his teeth and relented. "Fine. I’ll go."

He got up, did his best to keep his emotions in check, said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Sutton, and left the Suttons’ home alone.

Mr. and Mrs. Sutton sensed that something was off. The young couple had seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago. How could things have soured over a single meal?

"Nina, did you and Adrian have a fight?"

"No." Wren’s heart felt numb; there was no need for them to fight.

Mrs. Sutton drew closer. "Then why didn’t you go home with him? He didn’t look happy when he left."

"We see each other every day. What’s the big deal if we spend one night apart? What’s there to be angry about? Honestly. I just wanted to stay here tonight. Is that so wrong?" Wren said, feigning indignation.

"Of course you can. Your father and I don’t mind how long you stay, but it can’t be at the expense of your marriage with Adrian."

Wren toned it down. She couldn’t overdo the act.

"Don’t worry, it won’t."

’There are no feelings left to affect.’