Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 69: He Is Not My Boyfriend

Adrian Lancaster was sure he hadn’t dialed the wrong number. He was even more certain he hadn’t misheard; a man had answered the phone.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it was probably one of Wren Sutton’s classmates.

’But they have no sense of boundaries at all,’ he thought. ’She actually let someone else—a man, no less—answer her phone.’

Adrian Lancaster was not pleased.

"Put Wren Sutton on the phone."

The person on the other end froze for a moment, clearly intimidated by Adrian Lancaster’s powerful aura.

’Who is this man? His presence is so intense. Even through the phone, I can feel a sharp, oppressive pressure.’

Of all things, the phone screen didn’t show a name, only a string of numbers.

"Wren went to the restroom."

Adrian Lancaster frowned. His voice was cold and menacing as he issued a warning, "Is ’Wren’ a name you’re qualified to use?"

"..." ’So jealous. He sounds like a boyfriend.’

"And another thing, don’t just touch her things."

"You’ve misunderstood. I’m Wren Sutton’s college class president. Our class is having a reunion today, and her phone kept ringing, so I..."

Adrian Lancaster cut him off impatiently. "Where’s the reunion?"

The class president: "The Silvercloud Hotel."

Adrian Lancaster hung up.

"Nanny Lawson, my coat."

Nanny Lawson handed it to him. "Young Master, are you going to pick up the Young Madam?"

"Yes."

"You should eat something before you go."

"I’ll eat when I get back."

Nanny Lawson watched Adrian Lancaster leave.

Although she felt a little bad that he was going to pick up Wren Sutton on an empty stomach, she was also quite gratified.

’The Young Master is so good to the Young Madam. The Old Madam will surely be happy when she finds out.’

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「The Silvercloud Hotel.」

Wren Sutton returned to the private room from the restroom. Her seat was next to the class president’s.

The class president told her about answering her phone without permission and apologized.

Wren Sutton didn’t blame him. She unlocked her phone and glanced at it.

When she saw the call was from Adrian Lancaster, she put her phone away and ignored it.

Driven by gossipy curiosity, the class president leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Aren’t you going to call him back? He called twice."

Wren Sutton shook her head. "No need."

"Did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?"

"He’s not my boyfriend."

The class president was first surprised, then relieved.

"I was so worried he’d misunderstand and it would affect your relationship. I even went out of my way to explain things. Looks like I was overthinking it."

"You meant well, I know."

They looked at each other and smiled, putting the matter behind them.

The class president stood up and said a few things to liven up the atmosphere. Amid cheerful laughter, everyone raised their glasses for a toast.

There were over twenty people at the reunion, split between two tables.

Wren Sutton had been popular in their class. With her good personality and status as the class beauty, she never lacked for people to talk to.

She didn’t say much, but every word she spoke was to the point.

Besides celebrity gossip, the most common topic of conversation was the workplace.

"You’re still at the Rhodes Group, right?" someone asked Wren Sutton.

Wren Sutton shook her head. "I resigned."

"What? You resigned!"

More than one person was shocked. All eyes turned to focus on Wren Sutton.

"You won’t find another company in all of Aston with better benefits than the Rhodes Group, and you actually resigned."

"So many people out there are desperate to get in and can’t." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Are you kidding? That’s the Rhodes Group, one of the top three companies in the world. Wren Sutton, you must be crazy."

"The key thing is, the president, Adrian Lancaster, is super handsome, young, and stylish. If it were me, I’d never resign. I’d stay at the company even if it meant being a janitor."

"How do you know President Lancaster is handsome? Besides Wren Sutton, no one here has seen him, right?"

"A while back, the paparazzi posted about President Lancaster on a late-night date with his ex-girlfriend, suggesting they’d gotten back together. The post had a high-def photo of his side profile. No exaggeration, his bone structure is to die for. He’s so handsome it’s indescribable; you’d fall for him at a single glance. If his side profile is that good, his front view can only be better."

"His girlfriend is so lucky. Ugh, I’m so jealous."

Wren Sutton’s hand, holding her chopsticks, paused. She had been about to pick up some food but instantly lost her appetite.

’They only know that Adrian Lancaster is handsome,’ she thought. ’They have no idea what a scumbag he is.’

The mention of the post brought the photo to Wren Sutton’s mind. She still remembered it with perfect clarity.

At the hotel entrance, Adrian Lancaster held an umbrella for Maya Marshall, his own left shoulder completely exposed, his eyes and heart only for Maya.

A wave of bitterness washed over Wren Sutton. She picked up her glass and took a large gulp of juice.

Just then, someone with a gossipy expression asked her, "Have President Lancaster and his girlfriend gotten married yet?"

Wren Sutton’s expression remained natural; she didn’t betray a thing.

"That’s the boss’s private life. I wouldn’t know. Besides, I’ve resigned now, so I’m even less clear on President Lancaster’s affairs."

"That’s true."

With that said, no one present pressed the issue further. They skillfully changed the topic to family and marriage.

The unmarried envied the married, and the married envied the unmarried.

Cheating and domestic abuse: it’s never just once.

Women should never be full-time housewives; having to hold your hand out for money is a terrible feeling.

Only with financial independence can one have personal independence.

At one point, the sensitivity of the topic, which hit upon real-life pain points, led to a fierce debate between the men and women.

Fortunately, there was no real malice between anyone, and in the end, it all dissolved into harmless, teasing banter.

All good things must come to an end. As the reunion neared its conclusion, someone, feeling it wasn’t over yet, suggested they go to a karaoke bar to keep the party going.

Wren Sutton declined the invitation, citing that she wasn’t feeling well. Everyone was understanding and didn’t push her.

Everyone went except for her.

After the class president made the arrangements, he sent the address to the group chat.

People started getting up and leaving the private room, heading to the karaoke bar in small groups.

Wren Sutton went to the restroom again, and when she came out, she saw the class president in the hallway.

"Aren’t you going to the karaoke bar with the others? What are you doing here?"

The class president looked at her earnestly, a light shining in his eyes.

"You said you weren’t feeling well, so I was a little worried. I thought about it and decided to take you home first before I head to the karaoke bar."

Wren Sutton smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Class President. I appreciate the thought, but there’s no need to go to all that trouble. I’m fine to drive by myself."

"It’s no trouble at all. I don’t mean anything by it, please don’t misunderstand."

"I’m not misunderstanding. But I really don’t need you to take me home."

Seeing Wren Sutton’s firm attitude, the class president knew he couldn’t insist, or he would just come off as annoying.

"Well, we can at least go downstairs together, right?"

"Of course."

They looked at each other, smiled, and left together.

DING. The elevator arrived on the first floor.

Ladies first. Wren Sutton stepped out, with the class president right behind her. They then walked side-by-side toward the exit.

The magnificent lobby was as bright as day.

Just as they neared the entrance, Wren Sutton suddenly stopped in her tracks. The smile on her face froze as she stared in astonishment at the man walking toward her.

Adrian Lancaster!

’What is he doing here at The Silvercloud Hotel?’

The class president was confused. "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

He followed Wren Sutton’s gaze.

"!!!"

’Who is that man? His presence is overwhelming, his gaze domineering and cold. It’s the kind of innate, aloof temperament that comes from being in a position of power for a long time.’

The class president also noticed that the way the man was looking at Wren Sutton was strange—an indescribable feeling.

In a flash, he suddenly remembered the phone call he had answered for Wren Sutton.

’This couldn’t be the man from the phone, could it?’

Wren Sutton had said he wasn’t her boyfriend.

Seeing the man’s aggressive gaze, the class president instinctively stepped in front of Wren Sutton in a protective stance.