Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 75: Seeing Adrian Lancaster’s Shadow in Him

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Seeing Adrian Lancaster’s Shadow in Him

Wren Sutton woke from her afternoon nap to a call from her best friend, Isla Griffith, inviting her to play golf.

Playing golf was secondary; the main goal was to relax and chat.

They hadn’t seen each other in a few days, so Wren agreed.

「North Suburbs, The Golf Club.」

Under a blue sky, an endless expanse of green stretched out, far from the city’s hustle and bustle.

The wide-open view, the fresh air, and the scent of cut grass were utterly invigorating.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith emerged from the locker room, having changed into proper golf attire, comfortable sneakers, and sun visors.

The caddie was ready, and the two friends got into a golf cart to head for the course.

"This breeze feels amazing," Isla Griffith said, leaning languidly against her seat. "Even if we don’t play a single hole, just riding around the course in this cart would make the trip worthwhile."

Wren’s posture was just as relaxed. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail that swished back and forth, radiating youthful energy.

"Well, since we’re here, we might as well play a few holes. I haven’t played in ages, and now you’ve got me itching for a game."

"How about a par-four, then?" Isla asked.

Wren nodded. "Sure."

"Same as always: loser buys hot pot."

"OK," Wren said, flashing an okay sign.

Soon, the golf cart reached the tee box.

After leisurely finishing their warm-ups, Wren and Isla took their positions. The caddie handed them their clubs.

The two friends exchanged a smile, took their stances, and swung simultaneously.

Isla put too much power into her swing, and her first shot went wide, its trajectory way off.

In contrast, Wren’s first shot was stable and perfectly on point.

"Nice shot!" Isla clapped and gave a thumbs-up. She walked over to Wren, leaned in, and whispered, "Be honest. A shot that good on the first swing... were you picturing the ball as Adrian Lancaster’s head?"

Wren laughed. "You got it. That’s exactly right."

Isla nodded conspiratorially. "Right, good to know. I’ll try that next."

Wren broke into a radiant smile, her mood finally lightening.

After that, her performance was as consistent as ever. She was on the green in two shots and holed out with two putts, finishing first.

Isla lost, but she didn’t seem to mind. With a cool flair, she tossed her club to the caddie.

She was just about to ask Wren which hot pot place they should go to that night when she spotted a luxury Hummer golf cart in the distance. It was slowly making its way toward their green before stopping at the highest point.

It was quite an entourage. Trailing behind the lead Hummer cart were three regular golf carts.

"We’ve got company. I can’t make out who it is." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Wren Sutton looked in the direction Isla was pointing.

They were too far away for her to see clearly, either.

But she could tell they were important people. And judging by the blurry silhouettes, it looked like two men.

"Who cares who they are."

Wren wasn’t interested. She looked away and turned to hand her club to the caddie. In return, the caddie gave her a bottle of water.

Isla, however, was intrigued. Her eyes were glued to the distant figures.

"They’re probably playing a par-four too. They’re about to start."

"That tall guy... he looks so handsome, even from the back. I swear he looks familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere."

Wren teased, "Looks like the famous Miss Griffith is starting to swoon."

Isla looked quite pleased with herself. "Well, a fortune teller did say my romantic prospects were excellent this year."

"Look, look! He’s about to swing."

At the excitement in Isla’s voice, Wren couldn’t help but turn and look.

The man stood in profile at the tee, swinging his club with ease. The golf ball carved a beautiful arc through the air.

The swing looked so effortless, yet it unleashed a burst of immense power.

’What incredible arm strength,’ Wren marveled silently.

The entire motion was as fluid as flowing water—effortless, flawless, and clearly the work of a professional.

Isla was completely mesmerized, her eyes sparkling with infatuation.

"Oh my god, he’s drop-dead gorgeous."

"Who on earth is he? I want to go over and meet him."

The more Wren watched, the more something felt... off. She pressed her lips together, falling silent.

Although she couldn’t see the man’s face, she saw traces of Adrian Lancaster in him.

His stance, the way he swung the club... it was all too familiar.

Her heart sank. ’Could that really be Adrian Lancaster?’