Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 37: Doing as One Pleases While Tipsy
The bedroom was dark, with only the faint, hazy moonlight spilling in through the window.
The darkness amplified her other senses, making them excruciatingly sensitive.
Her breathing and heartbeat fell out of rhythm as the warmth between their bodies slowly kindled into a flame.
The atmosphere turned intimate.
Wren Sutton felt Adrian Lancaster’s startling physical reaction and froze, completely stunned.
’Aren’t drunk men supposed to be... unable to perform?’
’Why is he...’
Humiliation turned to anger. Wren gritted her teeth and warned Adrian Lancaster in a low voice, "Let go of me."
Adrian Lancaster didn’t let go, using his slight intoxication as an excuse to do as he pleased.
He greedily savored Wren’s warm, soft embrace. Her scent was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.
’She was his woman. What was wrong with holding her?’
Adrian Lancaster’s breath was inches away, and Wren felt crushed, struggling for air. She fought to escape, but she couldn’t push him away.
He was brutish and domineering. His breath grew hotter against her skin, making her feel as if she were about to catch fire.
Wren felt deeply uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.
"Adrian Lancaster, I know how well you hold your liquor. Stop pretending to be drunk and acting like a scoundrel. Let go of me now."
Adrian Lancaster’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes, darker than the night itself, were filled with desire.
His magnetic, husky voice sounded in Wren’s ear, "Mrs. Lancaster, we have such a nice atmosphere. Don’t spoil it."
Wren was unmoved, her voice cold. "I’m not in the mood."
Adrian Lancaster lifted his head, his breath scalding hot as he drew near her lips. "I am."
The moment he spoke, he cupped the back of Wren’s head, pulling her into his embrace.
His fiery kiss pressed down, both tender and domineering, plundering her sweet scent.
"Mmph—"
Wren’s eyes flew open in panic. A wave of déjá vu washed over her.
Not long ago, Adrian Lancaster had done the same thing at her house—forcefully kissing her, trying to corner her into making a choice.
Tonight, he was using drunkenness to pull the same trick, trying to force her into submission.
’Last time, I bit him.’
’This time, I’ll bite harder than last time. I’ll make him regret it.’
Adrian Lancaster’s eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze like a torch, a dangerous heat glowing within them.
"If you dare bite me again, I’ll take you right here, right now."
Wren froze as if struck by lightning. Angry and wronged, she cursed, "You bastard."
Adrian Lancaster spoke against the corner of her mouth, his words punctuated by kisses. "If you know I’m a bastard, then don’t find ways to provoke me. Be good, and I won’t have to use force."
Tears welled in Wren’s eyes, her glistening gaze a silent accusation of his shameless depravity.
Adrian Lancaster gently kissed her tears away before carrying her to the bed.
Wren was like a cornered animal, her hands pressed flat against his chest.
"If you dare touch me, I’ll die right here in front of you. And if I die, my parents will never let you get away with it."
Adrian Lancaster’s brow furrowed. He lay down on his side and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"If you don’t want to kiss, then just lie quietly in my arms. Don’t move. If you start a fire, you’ll be the one to put it out."
Wren went ramrod straight, lying motionless against Adrian Lancaster in agony. Her nose stung, and she fought back tears.
The humiliation of being bullied like this in her own home was almost too much to bear.
She didn’t know how long had passed before she heard the man’s even breathing behind her. Wren assumed Adrian Lancaster had fallen asleep.
She rolled over to get up, but he pulled her back the moment she moved.
He didn’t say a word, simply tightening his arms and holding her even closer.
Wren was at her breaking point. "Are you asleep or not?" she demanded, her patience gone.
Adrian Lancaster was silent for a moment. "If you don’t go to sleep now, you won’t be sleeping at all tonight. I have all the time in the world to stay up with you."
Wren heard the veiled threat in his voice and wilted like a frostbitten flower, abandoning any thought of leaving his embrace.
’That bastard Adrian is crazy enough to do anything,’ she thought. ’I can’t afford that kind of humiliation.’
"I’m sleeping!"
Wren squeezed her eyes shut, angrily forcing herself to sleep.
Adrian Lancaster rested his chin on top of her head. The alcohol finally began to take its full effect, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him.
He kissed her hair. "Good night, Mrs. Lancaster."
...
「The next day.」
Wren woke up naturally. As consciousness returned and she remembered the events of the previous night, she shot up in bed.
She was alone in the bed. Adrian Lancaster was gone. The spot where he’d slept was cold to the touch; he must have left a long time ago.
Wren let out a sigh of relief and lay back down, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted.
It was good that he was gone. It would save her a lot of trouble.
Just then, Mrs. Sutton knocked on the door.
"Nina, are you awake? Don’t forget, today is Lucia’s birthday."
Wren glanced at the time and shot up in bed.
’I’d almost forgotten about that.’
She jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
She showered, washed her hair, did her makeup, and picked out an outfit, a process that took over an hour.
Before she left, Mrs. Sutton handed her a thick red envelope. It must have held at least ten thousand yuan.
"Mom, what’s this for?" Wren asked, confused.
Mrs. Sutton explained gently, "We didn’t know about Lucia’s birthday in previous years, but now that we do, we should show some courtesy. This is just a little something from me. Please give it to her on my behalf."
Wren didn’t object. She just nodded and put the envelope in her purse.
*
Lucia Lancaster’s birthday party was a grand, lively affair. In addition to family and relatives, she had invited many friends—all elites from the circle of the wealthy next generation, a who’s who of handsome heirs and beautiful heiresses.
Several of her friends had even flown in from overseas to Aston just to celebrate with her.
As her birthday gift, Theodore Lancaster and Claire Sterling had generously given their daughter The Seagate Villa.
And the party was being held there.
Most of the guests had already arrived by the time Wren got there, but she wasn’t late. She presented her gift to Lucia Lancaster.
"Lucia, happy birthday."
Lucia unwrapped it on the spot, put the watch on her wrist, and beamed with delight.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. I love it."
Just as Wren was about to take out the red envelope from her mother, a commotion erupted at the villa’s entrance.
She turned to see Maya Marshall approaching with a beaming smile, her arm linked with Adrian Lancaster’s.
"Lucia, happy birthday."
