Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 33: What If Feelings Develop Over Time?

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: What If Feelings Develop Over Time?

Isla Griffith drove to a safe, quiet spot and pulled over to the side of the road. She gasped for air, her heart still pounding.

The explosion just now had nearly hit her car. If she’d been driving any slower, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Wren Sutton sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, her expression unnervingly calm and composed.

’She’d finally vented the frustration that had been building inside her. She didn’t regret it.’

"Sorry, Isla. I scared you."

Isla wasn’t angry, just worried. "What happened? What could make you lose control and do something so dangerous?"

"I’m perfectly calm. I know what I’m doing."

"It was too dangerous. Don’t ever do anything like that again."

Wren Sutton nodded and promised, "Just this once. It won’t happen again."

"So, what did that car of yours ever do to you to make you want to torch it?"

"That wasn’t my car. It was Maya Marshall’s."

Isla Griffith was completely floored. "What! Did I hear you right?"

Wren Sutton briefly summarized the whole story.

After hearing it, Isla couldn’t help but curse. "It’s those two bastards again. They’ll get what’s coming to them sooner or later."

Wren Sutton leaned her forehead against the car window and slowly closed her eyes. She was tired, too tired to even bother cursing them.

Isla’s heart ached for her. She sighed helplessly. "You must be exhausted. I’ll take you back to Amberwood Estates."

"Take me to my mom’s place. I’ve been staying with my family recently."

"Okay."

Isla Griffith drove Wren Sutton and dropped her off safely downstairs at her building.

Wren was about to open the door and get out when Isla called out, "Wait a second."

She took the blue diamond necklace from the glove compartment and handed it to Wren. "Returning this to its rightful owner."

Wren’s eyes were devoid of emotion. The thought that the necklace was a gift from Adrian Lancaster made her not even want to look at it, let alone wear it.

"You can have it. You attend all sorts of events, so you’ll get use out of it. I won’t. It’ll just collect dust at my place."

Isla firmly refused. "Are you kidding? This necklace is worth as much as a mansion. I can’t accept it. Even if you don’t wear it, you should keep it as a collector’s item."

Wren pursed her lips. After a moment of hesitation, a new idea struck her. "If I were to sell it, would anyone buy it?"

"Definitely," Isla said honestly. "At the banquet the other day, several rich ladies crowded around me asking if I was interested in selling it."

Wren thought for a moment. "Then help me sell it. I want the money, not the necklace."

’Out of sight, out of mind. Turning it into cash in her bank account was the best option.’

’She’d already torched a car to vent her anger. She couldn’t just burn everything Adrian Lancaster had ever given her. That would be just plain stupid.’

Isla was a little surprised. Her first reaction was, "Are you short on cash right now?"

’If she were in Wren’s shoes, she wouldn’t so easily sell a necklace with such high collector’s value—not unless she was so broke she couldn’t get by.’

Wren shook her head gently. "I’m not. I just don’t want to see it."

Isla thought it over and finally understood.

’Love for a person extends to their things, and so does hatred.’

She understood how Wren felt and respected her best friend’s decision.

"Since you put it that way, I’ll ask around in my circle. I’ll let you know if I hear anything."

That evening, Isla Griffith spread the word in her inner circle that the blue diamond necklace was for sale.

The entertainment industry was full of wealthy people, and soon several contacted her, saying that as long as the item was genuine, price was no object.

Isla replied confidently, "It’s absolutely authentic."

’One could question Adrian Lancaster’s character, but not his wealth. The president of a major corporation wouldn’t be so classless as to buy a fake.’

The jewelry box contained not only a certificate of authenticity but also a series of certificates from the auction house. Its authenticity could be verified with a simple check; even the auction price could be looked up.

Isla was extremely confident and didn’t mince words with her asking price, aiming to maximize the profit for Wren.

After comparing offers, she finally chose a buyer willing to pay ninety million and started a private chat with them.

When Wren Sutton got home, Mr. and Mrs. Sutton were already asleep. She quietly returned to her room, took a quick shower, and dragged her exhausted body to bed, falling asleep within minutes.

In her dream, flames surged into the sky.

It wasn’t just the Iceberry Powder car that was burning, but Adrian Lancaster and Maya Marshall, too.

Wren watched the roaring fire, smiling through her tears. "Together in life and death. I wish you eternal happiness."

...

「Two days later.」

It was time for Maya Marshall to be discharged from the hospital. Adrian Lancaster personally escorted her back to the Marshall Family’s home.

After getting her settled, Adrian prepared to leave for the office.

Maya Marshall chased him to the door and hugged him from behind, not wanting him to go.

"Can you stay with me a little longer? I don’t want to be apart from you."

Adrian Lancaster’s back stiffened, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t move, letting Maya hold him.

"I regret it so much now. I shouldn’t have left in a fit of anger four years ago. I was afraid to tell you, but for all those years, I thought about you every single day, every minute, every second. I had to take sleeping pills just to fall asleep."

"If I had chosen to stay back then, to help you through that difficult time, would you still have married Wren Sutton?"

Something inside Adrian Lancaster’s chest caved in. His gaze was heavy. "Marrying Wren Sutton was my grandmother’s wish."

The old woman had threatened to kill herself, forcing him to accept Wren on the condition that their marriage would be kept secret and her identity would not be made public.

A glint of light flashed in Maya Marshall’s eyes.

’You can’t force love.’

"So, you don’t love Wren Sutton, do you?"

She was desperate for an answer.

She was worried that feelings might have grown between them over time.

After all, four years wasn’t a short time. Over a thousand days and nights together, plus Wren also worked at The Rhodes Group... The amount of time they spent together was simply too much, enough to make her jealous and anxious.

’What would she do if Adrian had actually fallen for Wren?’

Adrian’s emotions were in turmoil. Not wanting to answer the question, he gently pried Maya’s hands off him.

"Get some rest at home. I have things to do at the office. I’ll come see you when I have time."

The man left without a backward glance.

Maya’s eyes reddened with hurt, and her heart felt suddenly empty.

’Why didn’t he answer? It was just a few words. Was it that hard?’

’Could it be that he really...’

’No, impossible!’

’There’s no comparison between me and Wren Sutton. *I* am the love of Adrian’s life. Wren just got shit-lucky marrying into the Lancaster family.’

’So what if the Lancaster family’s old matriarch favored her? The old hag will die sooner or later. When that time comes, Adrian can marry whomever he wants.’

After a round of self-reassurance, Maya smiled smugly.

’No need to rush. I almost forgot, I still have an ace up my sleeve.’

’I don’t even need to bother going after Wren Sutton myself. Someone else will make trouble for her on my behalf.’

...

The Rhodes Group.

Kevin Dawson was back. He knocked and entered the president’s office, holding several contracts.

"President Lancaster, all the projects have been secured. Here are the contracts."

Adrian Lancaster skimmed a few pages. He was very pleased and gave Kevin his wholehearted approval.

"Well done. Your annual bonus will be multiplied by ten."

"It was a tough trip. The company is giving you a week of special leave. Get some good rest. There are more tough battles ahead."

"Thank you, President Lancaster," Kevin said respectfully. "It’s my honor to create value for the group."

Adrian nodded and gestured for him to leave.

Kevin turned to go, but as he reached the door, Adrian called out to him.

"Wait. There’s one more thing I need you to do."

Kevin turned back around. "Your orders, President Lancaster?"

Adrian looked thoughtful, tapping his fingertips on the desk.

"Book a restaurant. I’m taking Wren Sutton to dinner tonight."