Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 73: Everything in the Dream Is Fake
Wren Sutton was sound asleep, dead to the world, and completely unaware as Adrian Lancaster carried her upstairs.
He walked into the master bedroom and gently placed her on the bed, his movements so light they didn’t wake her.
After removing her outer clothes and pulling the covers over her, Adrian Lancaster settled Wren Sutton in. He stood at the head of the bed, gazing down at her peaceful, docile face. A dark current swirled in his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
This was different from the raw, physical desire he’d felt for her in the car.
Now, what Adrian Lancaster felt was mostly helplessness. He just didn’t know what to do with Wren Sutton.
He was angry with her, yet he couldn’t bring himself to actually abandon her on the street.
In any case, Wren Sutton was his wife now. If something were to happen to her, it would be bad for the Lancaster family’s reputation.
Besides, even if not for her sake, then for the sake of his grandmother, Adrian Lancaster didn’t want anything to happen to Wren Sutton.
After a moment, a flicker crossed Adrian Lancaster’s eyes, and he impassively looked away.
He had just turned and taken a few steps when he heard Wren Sutton let out a soft whimper, tinged with an almost imperceptible sob. The sound was tiny, like that of a hurt little rabbit.
It felt as if a corner of Adrian Lancaster’s heart had collapsed. He turned and went back to her.
He saw Wren Sutton’s brow was furrowed. She was no longer sleeping as peacefully as before. Her body was curled up, her shoulders trembled slightly, and pitiful sobs escaped her lips.
"What’s wrong?" Adrian Lancaster sat on the edge of the bed, leaning closer and taking her hand.
"Wren Sutton, Wren..."
Wren Sutton couldn’t open her eyes. She kept crying, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Adrian Lancaster guessed she was having a nightmare, and an indescribable feeling stirred within him.
"Don’t touch me... It hurts... SOB... Go away..."
Adrian Lancaster’s eyes darkened.
’What is she dreaming about?’
Wren Sutton’s expression was pained, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
"There’s a bad man... Adrian Lancaster, save me... Adrian..."
Adrian Lancaster heard Wren Sutton call out his name in her dream. Her soft, helpless, choked sobs struck his heart like an electric current, leaving behind a tender, tingling warmth.
His heart melted completely. He lay down on his side, pulling Wren Sutton into his arms and wiping the sweat from her brow.
Her unique, faint fragrance filled his senses, lingering at the tip of his nose.
"Don’t be afraid. It’s just a dream, it’s not real. I’m here. No one will dare to hurt you."
The warm embrace was the best comfort.
Miraculously, Wren Sutton quieted down and stopped crying.
Her small hand clutched the collar of Adrian Lancaster’s robe as she snuggled into his chest like a kitten, found a comfortable position, and fell soundly asleep once more.
In her dream, the bad men who had been tormenting her were all driven away. In the distance, she saw a man with a smile on his face, holding his arms open to her.
"Wren, come to me."
When Wren Sutton saw his face clearly, she threw herself into the man’s arms.
He held her tightly and placed a reverent kiss on her forehead.
In her dream, a sweet smile graced her lips.
Adrian Lancaster turned off the lamp. In the darkness, he rested his chin on the crown of Wren Sutton’s head, gently stroking her hair, twisting a strand around his finger as if he couldn’t bear to let it go.
He didn’t know how long he played with her hair before sleepiness began to overtake him, his consciousness growing hazy and indistinct.
Adrian Lancaster held Wren Sutton tighter, and they slept in each other’s arms.
"Good night."
...
「The Marshall Residence.」
Maya Marshall was too agitated to sleep. She leaned against the headboard, frantic with anxiety, so worried she felt her hair was about to turn white.
Earlier that day, Claire Sterling had made a special trip to see her. She had gotten straight to the point about the baby, taking her hand and earnestly comforting her, telling her to take good care of herself during the pregnancy and to be sure to have the child.
Claire Sterling told Maya Marshall that as long as she gave birth to the child, the old matriarch would surely agree to her marrying into the Lancaster family, so she had to seize this opportunity.
Maya Marshall understood all this perfectly well. If she really did give birth to Adrian Lancaster’s child, it would only be a matter of time before she married into the Lancaster family. No one could stop it.
But the crucial problem was, there was no baby in her belly.
The pregnancy test report she had sent to Wren Sutton was photoshopped. She wasn’t pregnant at all.
Maya Marshall buried her face in her hands, her head splitting with pain.
She wanted to go find Adrian Lancaster, but of all times, she had to sprain her ankle. It was difficult to get around, and the doctor had ordered her to stay in bed for a few days, or she would make the injury worse.
"AHHHH!"
The more Maya Marshall thought about it, the more depressed she became. She let out a desperate shout, her face twisting as hatred flooded her heart.
"It’s all Wren Sutton’s fault!"
If Wren Sutton hadn’t interfered four years ago, she would have married Adrian Lancaster without a hitch, and their child would be in kindergarten by now.
Her happy, wonderful life had been ruined by that bitch, Wren Sutton.
Maya Marshall was going crazy with anger. She smashed several things and cursed filthily.
Just then, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Maya Marshall immediately answered, her voice turning whiny and aggrieved.
"Mom, when are you and Dad coming back? I miss you so much."
Mrs. Marshall’s heart ached for her. "Darling," she said, "we booked tickets as soon as we got your message. Our flight is tomorrow."
Maya Marshall was happy but also felt a little guilty.
"Mom, things have changed. I can’t marry Adrian right now. I’m sorry for getting you and Dad all excited for nothing."
Mrs. Marshall was shocked. "What happened?"
"Adrian still hasn’t filed the divorce papers. We were supposed to go that day, but it didn’t happen."
"It must be Wren Sutton’s doing," Mrs. Marshall said with certainty, a calculating look in her eyes.
Maya Marshall was so dejected she wanted to cry. "What if that bitch never agrees to a divorce? What will Adrian and I do?"
"Don’t worry," Mrs. Marshall soothed. "Wait for me to get back, and we’ll figure out a plan together."
"Mom, there’s something else. I’m going crazy."
"What is it?"
"Aunt Sterling thinks I’m pregnant. She promised that if I have the baby, I can marry Adrian Lancaster. But the thing is... I’m not actually pregnant."
...
The night grew deeper.
Some had a night of sweet dreams, while others were driven mad with despair.
...
「The next day.」
Morning light spilled into the room as the sky brightened, and the elegant scent of flowers floated in the air.
Wren Sutton opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the familiar ceiling and the lavish crystal chandelier.
She stared at it for a moment before her senses returned, and she sat up.
Wait!
Wren Sutton suddenly realized something.
She couldn’t remember how she had gotten back to the bedroom last night. She only remembered Kevin Dawson driving her home.
On the way, she had been so tired that she seemed to have fallen asleep.
She didn’t remember a single thing that happened after that. She had no impression of it at all.
’So, who on earth brought me into the bedroom?’
Wren Sutton reasoned logically. ’It must have been Nanny Lawson and Kevin Dawson who helped me upstairs to my room. Besides them, there was no one else.’
To confirm her suspicion, Wren Sutton made a point of asking Nanny Lawson during breakfast.
Nanny Lawson’s answer shocked her.
It was actually Adrian Lancaster who had carried her to the bedroom.
’She and Adrian Lancaster had parted on bad terms last night. He had heartlessly left her by the side of the road and driven off. How could it have been him!’
