Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 35: An Unexpected Storm

Wren Sutton uttered the two simple words with an air of nonchalance, feeling no guilt or remorse.

’Adrian Lancaster used to treat her the exact same way. Now, she was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. It was only fair.’

Adrian Lancaster grew even more furious, his temples throbbing. He demanded through gritted teeth, "And that counts as a reason?"

"Of course it does. It’s one you used to use all the time, don’t you remember?" Wren Sutton replied, her tone deliberately light.

"..." Adrian Lancaster’s eyes darkened as fragmented images flashed through his mind.

"Also, you don’t need to blame Assistant Dawson. He was perfectly clear when he notified me. I chose not to go for my own reasons. It had nothing to do with him."

Adrian Lancaster’s dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous displeasure radiating from them. "You’re certainly thoughtful when it comes to other people."

"Assistant Dawson is a good person. I don’t want him dragged into our issues," Wren Sutton stated calmly.

"When did you get so close to him?"

"We were colleagues for four years, after all."

Wren Sutton looked out the window where moonlight flooded the windowsill.

’Over the past four years at The Lancaster Group, Kevin Dawson had helped her more than once. When the entire secretarial department ganged up on her, he would always step in and defuse the situation as long as he was in the office.’

’Whether he was helping her on Adrian Lancaster’s account or not, she was grateful for his kindness.’

Adrian Lancaster’s expression turned grim. He dropped the subject of Kevin Dawson and changed topics. "Where are you now?"

"At my parents’ house," Wren Sutton answered truthfully. "My mom found out about my surgery."

The implication was obvious.

She said no more; there was nothing left to say.

Adrian Lancaster didn’t speak either. A long silence stretched between them, all his emotions caught in his throat. The depths of his dark eyes were indecipherable.

The image seemed to freeze—both of them holding their phones, gazing up at the same full moon.

The atmosphere was fragile, tinged with a faint melancholy.

Wren Sutton closed her eyes and ended the call.

Adrian Lancaster lowered his phone, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His silhouette, swallowed by the darkness, looked stark and lonely.

...

After staying at her mother’s for a week, Wren Sutton had gained five pounds.

Mrs. Sutton, however, felt it wasn’t enough and kept various restorative soups simmering on the stove.

It was classic mom logic: you’re hungry because she thinks you are.

"Mom, if I keep eating like this, I’m going to be huge!"

Mrs. Sutton smiled dotingly. "Don’t be so dramatic. You could gain another twenty pounds and you still wouldn’t look fat."

Wren Sutton frantically waved her hands. "No, please! I don’t want to get fat. Losing weight is miserable."

Mrs. Sutton brought the bowl to her, her voice gentle. "You can just eat a little bit. Your health is more important than your figure. Now, be good."

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Wren Sutton steeled herself and started eating in small bites.

She managed half a bowl before she truly couldn’t take another bite. Mrs. Sutton didn’t force her and simply took the bowl away.

Wren Sutton hadn’t left the house in days. The weather was lovely today, and since she had nothing to do, she decided to go out for some fresh air.

"Mom, I’m going out to walk off this meal."

"Go on, but be back early. I’ll be waiting for you for dinner."

"Got it."

Wren Sutton changed into a casual outfit that made her look younger and brought a healthy glow to her cheeks. With a touch of light makeup, she looked refreshingly beautiful.

She strolled at a leisurely pace, wandering aimlessly down the tree-lined sidewalk. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, feeling warm and pleasant on her skin.

Wren Sutton ambled along, stopping here and there, in high spirits. Partway through her walk, she received a call from Lucia Lancaster.

It was Lucia Lancaster’s birthday tomorrow, and she was inviting Wren Sutton to the party. It wasn’t going to be at the old family mansion, but at the new villa Theodore Lancaster and Claire Sterling had given her.

Wren Sutton happily agreed. After hanging up, she hailed a cab and headed straight for the mall.

After careful consideration, she settled on a Patek Philippe watch. It cost a little over a million, and she made sure to ask the sales associate to gift-wrap it beautifully.

’Mission accomplished.’ It was getting late, so Wren Sutton left the mall to head home.

But the weather, like life, is unpredictable.

She had just reached the intersection and requested a ride on an app when it suddenly began to rain.

Fortunately, there was a bus stop nearby, and she quickly ducked under its roof to escape the rain.

The mall behind her was in a prime commercial district of Aston, and the streets were choked with traffic.

It was the peak of rush hour, and the rain only made the traffic congestion worse.

Wren Sutton’s requested car was nowhere in sight. After half an hour of waiting, the driver canceled the trip, citing a traffic jam.

She tried requesting a new ride, but no drivers accepted. There wasn’t a bus in sight, and the subway station was too far to walk to...

Wren Sutton was at a loss. Resigned to her fate, she accepted that for now, there was nothing to do but wait.

She let out a soft sigh.

’It was fine. This was just life—moments of peace punctuated by the unexpected.’

The rain grew heavier, and dark clouds blanketed the sky, casting everything in a gloomy light.

A few minutes later, a black car pulled up in front of Wren Sutton.

The window rolled down, revealing Adrian Lancaster’s chiseled profile.

"Get in." His low, cool voice cut through the curtain of rain.

Wren Sutton’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up, her gaze filled with surprise.

’She never expected him to suddenly show up here.’

Adrian Lancaster glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

"..."

’Wren Sutton knew this was no time for stubborn pride.’

’Who knew how long she’d be waiting for a ride? It was about to get pitch-dark, and her parents would start to worry if she wasn’t home soon.’

’There was no point in suffering for the sake of pride. It would be foolish not to take the ride offered.’

Pressing her lips together, Wren Sutton said nothing more. She grabbed her shopping bag, took a few steps, and got into Adrian Lancaster’s car.

’The moment she got in, she was hit by the faint scent of a woman’s perfume. She didn’t have to guess who it belonged to.’

’She frowned, fighting back a wave of disgust as she tried her best to ignore it.’

The back seat was incredibly spacious. Wren Sutton and Adrian Lancaster sat on opposite ends, with the space of a full person between them. It was just like that day on the bed at the old mansion.

Even though they weren’t close, she could feel the powerful, oppressive aura radiating from him, making her hesitant to even move.

Wren Sutton composed herself and told the driver, "Grandview Gardens, please."

The driver cautiously glanced in the rearview mirror, and only when he saw that Adrian Lancaster didn’t object did he dare to nod in agreement.

"Yes, Ma’am."

The car was silent, save for the clear sound of the rain.

Perhaps because she had been standing for so long, Wren Sutton’s calves felt a little numb.

She leaned forward slightly, reaching down to massage her calves and ease the numbness.

Adrian Lancaster turned his head, his sharp, inscrutable gaze fixed entirely on her.

’He hadn’t seen her for a few days. She seemed to have put on a little weight, and her complexion was much healthier than before. It seemed life at her parents’ house suited her.’

At the same time, his eyes fell on the elegant Patek Philippe bag beside her.

’That brand wasn’t cheap. Her black card still wasn’t reinstated, yet she was willing to spend so much money on something.’

"Who’s the watch for?" Adrian Lancaster broke the silence.

Still massaging her leg, Wren Sutton replied, "Lucia."

Adrian Lancaster had guessed as much. His eyes remained on her as he asked, "How much did it cost?"

Wren Sutton shot him a sidelong glance. "Why do you ask?"

"I’ll reimburse you."

Wren Sutton sat up straight, staring straight ahead, unwilling to accept his charity.

"That’s not necessary. The watch is my birthday gift for Lucia. I’m happy to pay for it myself."

"So you’re going to her place tomorrow, then."

Wren Sutton replied with composure, "Lucia invited me, so of course I’ll be there."

Adrian Lancaster fell silent, quietly averting his gaze.

What should have been a thirty-minute drive took an hour because of the traffic.

The rain had tapered off to a drizzle, light enough to go without an umbrella.

Wren Sutton said to the driver, "You don’t have to go in. Just stop at the community gate."

"Drive in," Adrian Lancaster commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The driver chose to obey President Lancaster, driving the car right up to the entrance of Wren Sutton’s apartment building.

Wren Sutton unbuckled her seatbelt. "This is my stop. Thank you for the ride."

She was about to get out when Adrian Lancaster’s voice sounded in her ear, "Aren’t you going to invite me in for a bit?"