Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 176: I’m Back, and I Won’t Leave Again
Wren Sutton heard her best friend let out a soft sigh and asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"
Isla Griffith answered honestly, "Sean Sterling is waiting for me downstairs. He’s taking me to the Sterling family home to meet his parents."
Wren understood. She was happy for her friend.
"Meeting the parents is a good thing. It shows he’s serious about you."
A month ago, Isla Griffith had become Sean Sterling’s girlfriend. Their high-profile announcement shocked not only the entire entertainment industry but Wren as well.
Despite her surprise, she was more than happy for them. As long as her best friend was happy, she would offer her unconditional support.
Isla Griffith was silent for a few seconds, her feelings complicated.
"I get it, but I just feel like we’re moving too fast. Do you have to meet the parents just because you’re dating? To be honest, I don’t really want to go."
Wren Sutton joked to lighten the mood, "Feeling shy?"
"It’s not that I’m shy, it’s just..." Isla Griffith trailed off. "Ugh, I can’t really explain it."
Her relationship with Sean had started in such a clichéd way. Back then, it was all just hormones, and she’d given herself to him in a complete daze.
She thought it was just a one-night stand between two adults—that when morning came, they would pretend nothing happened, go their separate ways, and never cross paths again.
But then, Sean Sterling had cornered her at the hotel entrance, refusing to let her leave. He said with a dead-serious expression, "Since we slept in the same bed, we should be responsible to each other. I’ve done some checking. You’re single, and so am I. This is fate. Even heaven is pushing us together."
Torn, Isla Griffith hesitated for a moment before refusing Sean.
"We’re not right for each other."
Sean backed her into a corner, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he held her tight.
"We were so good together last night. Who says we aren’t right for each other, hmm?"
Isla was about to protest, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Sean’s lips were on hers, his kiss insistent, demanding she agree...
"Don’t overthink it. Be brave and go. I’ve got your back, so don’t be afraid."
Wren Sutton’s voice cut through Isla Griffith’s thoughts.
Isla Griffith’s face flushed a little. Her body still remembered that fiery, fierce kiss.
"Yeah, I’m not scared. It’s just a meal. I’ll go. If his family doesn’t approve of me, I’ll break up with him immediately. I won’t torture myself over it."
Encouraged by her best friend, Isla Griffith got up and left the postpartum center. Before leaving, she gave the two sleeping babies a lingering kiss goodbye.
「Downstairs.」
Sean Sterling stood in front of the car, patiently waiting for Isla Griffith.
Seeing her come out of the building, he walked up the steps to greet her, took her hand, hugged her, and kissed her forehead.
"We agreed on ten minutes. You’re three minutes late."
"I only made you wait an extra three minutes, and you’re already complaining," Isla Griffith feigned annoyance.
Sean Sterling raised his hand as if taking an oath. "That’s not what I meant. I just wanted to see you sooner."
His words soothed her, and Isla obediently got into the car with Sean.
The two sat in the back seat, and the driver lowered the partition.
Sean Sterling held Isla Griffith, his long fingers playing with her hair, his expression lazy and relaxed.
"You don’t need to be nervous when we get to my house. I’ll be with you the whole time. As long as I’m here, you don’t need to be afraid."
Isla Griffith was also very relaxed, leaning against the man’s chest like a cat.
"I’m not nervous, and I’m not scared. I’ll just be myself. I hate putting on a fake front. But don’t worry, I know basic etiquette and manners."
Sean Sterling chuckled, his voice doting. "What I like is the real you."
Isla said, "Speaking of etiquette, it’s my first time going to your house, so I can’t go empty-handed. But I don’t know what your parents like or dislike. Can you give me an idea? What would be a suitable gift to bring?"
Sean Sterling pointed behind them. "I’ve already prepared a gift. It’s in the trunk."
Isla Griffith looked up. "Won’t your parents be able to tell?"
Sean reassured her, "It’s no big deal. It doesn’t matter if they can tell. I’ll explain on your behalf when the time comes. The point is, I won’t let you feel awkward or embarrassed."
Hearing this, Isla Griffith felt a sweet warmth spread through her heart, her worries vanishing.
"How much did it cost? I’ll transfer you the money."
As she spoke, she took out her phone, preparing to transfer the money to Sean Sterling.
Sean Sterling leaned close to her face, his deep, dark eyes holding a teasing glint. "Drawing such a clear line between us... are you trying to send me the wrong message, hmm?"
Isla Griffith wasn’t joking. She said seriously, "This is a separate matter. This is an expense I should cover."
Sean said, "I understand your sentiment, but when you’re with me, there’s no reason for you to be spending your own money."
"I have money."
"Mm, I know."
"So... mmph..."
Sean Sterling kissed Isla Griffith, gentle yet forceful. One hand wrapped around her waist, the other cupped the back of her neck, stealing her breath and swallowing all the words she was about to say.
...
Wren Sutton woke from her afternoon nap, her thoughts on Isla Griffith, so she sent her a message.
"How is it going at the Sterlings? Meeting the parents?"
Isla: "Pretty good. No one from the Sterling family gave me a hard time. We’ll talk in detail when we see each other next."
"Okay."
Wren Sutton was relieved. She put her phone away, then asked the nursery nurse to bring the babies to the large bed. She began to play and interact with them, radiating a maternal glow.
Just then, a staff member knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Lancaster, a Mr. Sawyer is here to see you."
...
Wren Sutton turned her head and saw Spencer Sawyer walk in carrying a beautiful flower basket. He had a sincere and gentle smile on his face, as elegant and gentlemanly as ever.
She was shocked. She hadn’t expected it to be him.
"Spencer? I thought you’d gone abroad."
Spencer Sawyer put down the flower basket, stood by the bed, and looked at Wren Sutton with a determined gaze.
"I came back this time, and I’m not leaving again."
