Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 70: A Man’s Possessiveness

The Class President’s instinctive action was the catalyst.

Adrian Lancaster’s gaze grew even sharper, colder. It was a look that could kill.

The two of them emerged from the elevator alone. ’So this is the so-called class reunion?’

After her initial surprise, Wren Sutton sensed the sheer hostility radiating from Adrian Lancaster. A storm was brewing in his eyes—the telltale sign of his impending fury.

A bad feeling rose within her. ’Adrian is about to lose it.’

Wren wasn’t afraid, but she didn’t want to drag an innocent person into this.

Besides, she didn’t want anyone to know she was acquainted with Adrian Lancaster.

They hadn’t gone public with their relationship in four years of marriage. Now that they were on the verge of divorce, there was even less reason to.

"Class President, you go on ahead."

The moment the words left Wren Sutton’s lips, Adrian Lancaster stopped before them, looming over her.

To him, her urging the Class President to hurry off was deeply suspect.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes stared at her, emotions churning. He couldn’t stand seeing her standing behind another man.

"Come here," Adrian Lancaster commanded, his tone forceful and absolute.

The Class President’s mind went blank.

’It’s him. No doubt about it. The voice is identical to the one on the phone.’

The Class President’s presence was completely crushed by Adrian Lancaster’s. In that moment, he felt a deep-seated inferiority, but he put on a brave face, determined not to show his fear. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"What do you think you’re doing? We live in a society governed by law. You’d better not try anything in public."

Adrian Lancaster glanced at the Class President with effortless contempt, like an emperor regarding an ant.

"Scram."

The single word wasn’t loud, but it was enough to send a chill down the spine.

The Class President’s face flushed with humiliation. His pride was shattered, leaving him in a silent rage.

But men are inherently competitive, especially in front of a woman.

Fueled by a rush of blood to his head, he braced himself and retorted, "I’m not going anywhere."

"You have a death wish," Adrian Lancaster said, his tone icy and his eyes glinting with murderous intent.

The atmosphere grew tense and dangerous.

Wren Sutton knew Adrian Lancaster’s temper and methods all too well. The Class President was no match for him. If he didn’t leave now, he would suffer horribly.

"Class President, they’re all waiting for you at the KTV. You should hurry over. Don’t worry about me."

The Class President was torn. "But I can’t just leave you here alone. I’m worried."

Adrian Lancaster sneered, a cold, disdainful sound. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of worrying about her?"

Not backing down, the Class President retorted, "And who are you? What right do you have to order Wren over?"

Adrian Lancaster ignored the Class President’s humiliated fury. With decisive strides, he walked up and pulled Wren into his arms right in front of the other man, an arrogant declaration of his claim.

"The right of being Wren’s man."

"You’re lying."

The Class President didn’t believe him. Agitated, he reached out to pull Wren away.

The moment his hand touched Wren’s arm, Adrian Lancaster’s eyes turned sinister and terrifying. Without hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked the man, sending him flying.

The Class President fell to the ground in a pathetic heap, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The pain in his abdomen was unbearable; his face was pale, his expression one of agony.

Wren was completely stunned. She never expected things to escalate this far.

She tried to go help the Class President up, but Adrian Lancaster held her tightly in his arms, immobilizing her.

"Are you insane? Why did you hit him? The Class President is innocent!"

Adrian Lancaster was unfazed, his ice-cold face devoid of any other expression.

"He should be grateful I only kicked him once."

Wren was furious.

"You’re being ridiculous! You have no grudge against him, and he didn’t do anything to provoke you. Why do you have to be so aggressive?"

Adrian Lancaster gritted his teeth. "He touched something he shouldn’t have."

"..."

Wren wasn’t sure she understood. Refusing to flatter herself with other ideas, she chalked it up to a man’s possessiveness—something that had nothing to do with genuine feelings.

"The Class President and I are just normal classmates. We just took the elevator down together after dinner. It’s not what you think."

"And if you’re wondering why no one else was with us, it’s because the other classmates went to a KTV."

Wren regretted not saying this earlier. She was explaining on the Class President’s behalf, hoping Adrian Lancaster wouldn’t misunderstand him any further.

"You hurt an innocent man."

Adrian Lancaster lowered his gaze to look at her, his expression cold and severe.

"I warned him on the phone, but he deliberately defied me. If you say one more word for him, his fate will be even worse."

Wren relented. "Fine, I won’t say any more. But at least let me go help him up, right? He’s coughing up blood. If something serious happens, it will be bad for your and the company’s reputation."

"Are you really concerned about me and the company, or is that just an excuse to go help him?"

"Of course it’s for you," Wren blurted out, afraid that a second’s delay would arouse Adrian Lancaster’s suspicion.

Adrian Lancaster lifted her chin, his dark, deep eyes scrutinizing her, not missing the slightest flicker of expression on her face.

"Since Mrs. Lancaster is being so understanding, how should I reward you?"

Wren was relieved his voice was low; no one but her could have heard.

She glanced at the Class President on the floor out of the corner of her eye, a bitter guilt welling up inside her.

"I only have one request."

Adrian Lancaster guessed what she was about to say, and his expression soured again.

"He won’t die."

"But..."

"No buts."

Adrian Lancaster was fundamentally ruthless. Expecting him to feel any pity for the Class President was a fool’s hope. Leaving the man alive was, in his mind, the very definition of mercy.

Wren was forcibly taken to the car by Adrian Lancaster. The driver tactfully lowered the partition.

The car moved forward at a smooth, steady pace.

After a while, without any warning, the driver suddenly made a sharp turn.

Wren lost her balance, tumbling face-first into Adrian Lancaster’s embrace...