Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 72: Too Stubborn to Give In

Adrian Lancaster’s words were blatantly suggestive, his gaze scorching as it fixed on the woman beneath him.

"I give you an inch, and you take a mile."

"You’ve been very disobedient lately, and I’m very angry."

Wren Sutton was a natural beauty, possessing a fresh, ethereal charm even without makeup. As she pleaded with him, her tear-filled eyes made her look as though she’d been mercilessly bullied, which only stirred more wicked thoughts in his mind.

Adrian Lancaster’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He lifted Wren Sutton’s legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He leaned down, kissing her collarbone and leaving a dense cluster of amorous marks.

Wren Sutton’s heart hammered with fear. The disparity in strength between a man and a woman was immense; pinned beneath him, she couldn’t break free. With her limbs immobilized, she was so frantic that tears started to fall.

’Do I really have to tell him I’m pregnant to make him stop?’

It was a move that would change everything, and she didn’t dare take that risk.

’But if I don’t say anything, and he actually goes through with it, I’ll be the one who gets hurt in the end.’

Adrian Lancaster kissed away her tears and murmured, "Save your strength. It’s a little early to start crying."

This only made Wren Sutton cry harder. No matter how she begged, Adrian Lancaster remained unmoved.

As her final line of defense was about to be breached, she broke down in helpless despair.

"Marriage law stipulates that neither party can force the other. Otherwise, it’s considered rape. Adrian Lancaster, are you going to rape me?"

Her words were like a bucket of ice water thrown over Adrian Lancaster. His gaze turned cold in an instant, and all his arousal vanished.

The very word "rape" felt like an insult to him.

He gritted his teeth and sat up, an icy chill radiating from his body.

"I can have any woman I want. Do you really think I’d need to rape you? Wren Sutton, you vastly overestimate your own appeal."

Wren Sutton ignored his words, scrambling to sit up. She curled into a ball against the car door, her trembling fingers fixing her clothes and hair, with no outlet for her pent-up feeling of injustice.

Adrian Lancaster opened the partition and ordered the driver to stop.

The driver sensed the tense atmosphere and had a bad feeling, but he didn’t dare say a word, quickly pulling the car over to the side of the road.

"Get out."

Adrian Lancaster stared straight ahead, his sharp jawline tight. His voice was mercilessly cold.

Wren Sutton knew he was talking to her, and a sharp pain pierced her heart. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her bag, pushed open the door, and got out.

The cold night air hit her in the face.

She wiped away her tears and walked off without looking back.

In the rearview mirror, Adrian Lancaster watched Wren Sutton walk farther and farther away, too stubborn to back down. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Worried about Wren Sutton, the driver ventured cautiously, "Sir, it’s hard to hail a cab on this street. It isn’t safe for the Young Madam to be out here alone this late."

"Are you telling me what to do?" Adrian Lancaster looked up, his gaze icy and his tone dangerous.

The driver broke out in a cold sweat. "I wouldn’t dare, Sir."

"Drive."

"Yes, Sir."

...

Wren Sutton dragged her exhausted body to the roadside to hail a cab. Ten minutes passed, then more, but not a single empty taxi drove by.

When it rains, it pours. Just then, her phone died, its battery completely drained.

"..."

Wren Sutton’s spirits sank. She didn’t cry, but a wave of sadness washed over her.

Just then, a black van stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, and a familiar voice drifted out.

Wren Sutton looked up and saw Kevin Dawson.

"..."

Kevin Dawson didn’t ask any questions, simply telling her to get in so he could take her home.

Wren Sutton was sensible enough not to refuse his kindness. She thanked him and got into the car.

No one spoke during the entire drive.

Wren Sutton fought to stay awake, but eventually, she drifted into a heavy sleep.

「Twenty minutes later.」

Kevin Dawson parked in front of the villa, turning to glance at the still-sleeping Wren Sutton.

He got out of the car and called Adrian Lancaster.

"President Lancaster, I’ve brought your wife back. She’s fallen asleep."

Adrian Lancaster hung up the phone.

Kevin Dawson understood and waited patiently.

Soon, Adrian Lancaster emerged from the villa. He was wearing a robe, but the sharp, cold edge in his eyes remained. His pace was quick yet composed.

Kevin Dawson opened the car door.

Adrian Lancaster bent down and lifted Wren Sutton out, grabbing her bag as well.

Looking at her red, swollen eyes, his hardened heart began to soften.

"Did she say anything to you?"

"No," Kevin Dawson said.

Adrian Lancaster asked no more questions, simply carrying Wren Sutton into the villa.