Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 86: A Gentle Tug, Pulled into an Embrace

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: A Gentle Tug, Pulled into an Embrace

Adrian Lancaster was dressed in a sharp suit, pressed without a single wrinkle. His hair was meticulously styled, slicked back in a way that highlighted his handsome, charming features.

He exuded a natural air of nobility, at once dignified and elegant.

He was holding a large bouquet of jasmine in one hand and a gift box in the other.

Wren Sutton froze, having a good idea why he was here.

Adrian Lancaster pushed the flowers into her hands.

"Jasmine for you."

The fresh, delicate floral scent lingered at the tip of her nose, intoxicating.

Wren Sutton snapped back to her senses, her expression hardened, and she handed the flowers back to Adrian Lancaster.

"Sweetening me up won’t work. Even if you gave me gold, I still wouldn’t forgive Maya Marshall."

"I’m not asking you to forgive her. I understand that you’re angry. I came here specifically to explain things to your parents and set things right."

Wren Sutton scoffed. "You’re only doing this for one reason: to get me to delete the recording. If that recording didn’t exist, you wouldn’t have bothered coming all this way."

Adrian Lancaster countered, "Recording or not, I would have come."

"I don’t believe you."

"..."

Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Sutton recognized Adrian’s voice. They glanced at each other and got up to walk toward the door.

"Adrian, you’re here."

"Dad, Mom." Adrian Lancaster greeted his two elders politely.

Mr. and Mrs. Sutton did not make things difficult for him at the door.

It was as the old saying goes: family matters should be handled behind closed doors. It wouldn’t do for outsiders to overhear.

"Come in."

Mrs. Sutton shot Wren a look, signaling for her to let Adrian in.

Wren was reluctant, still seething with anger. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Mrs. Sutton understood her daughter’s temper and didn’t blame her. She walked over and whispered a few words in her ear.

So as not to disturb the neighbors, and for her parents’ sake, Wren reluctantly agreed to let Adrian in.

Adrian offered her the jasmine flowers again. She casually set them on the shoe cabinet, clearly unimpressed.

Mrs. Sutton smoothed things over. "Such beautiful flowers would look even better in a vase."

Mr. Sutton played along. "I’ll go find a vase."

After the flowers were arranged in the vase, Adrian personally handed the gift box to Mr. and Mrs. Sutton.

The gift for Mrs. Sutton was a pair of imperial green jadeite bracelets, sparkling and translucent, with a fine texture that exuded a gentle elegance.

The gift for Mr. Sutton was a set of fishing rods worth at least seven figures.

"Dad, Mom, this is just a small token of my sincerity. I hope you like them."

"I’m deeply sorry for what happened in the hospital lobby today."

After he finished speaking, he gave a sincere bow to Mr. and Mrs. Sutton.

"Wren is angry with me, and I don’t blame her. I also prepared a gift for her, which I’ll give to her in private later."

Wren sat alone in the dining room with her back to Adrian, taking large bites of her food.

"I don’t want it. Take it away."

"..."

Mr. and Mrs. Sutton could sense Adrian’s sincerity, and they felt a complex mix of emotions.

The Marshall mother and daughter were the ones at fault, the ones who had been shouting insults. Technically, it had nothing to do with Adrian, but he was the root cause of the whole affair. Thus, he was involved whether he liked it or not.

This matter wasn’t a huge deal, but it wasn’t trivial either, as it concerned their daughter’s marital happiness.

As her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sutton felt it was their responsibility to demand that Adrian clarify his stance and give the Sutton family a proper explanation.

"Adrian, we accept your apology. We’re relieved that you at least came here in person."

"It was the least I could do." Adrian’s demeanor was excellent and his speech gentle, a stark contrast to his public persona.

You can’t fault someone for being too polite, and Mr. and Mrs. Sutton were very satisfied.

"Let’s all stop standing. Please, sit and talk. Nina, you come over too. Join the conversation."

Wren didn’t move. When she got this stubborn, no amount of persuasion could change her mind.

"I’m not full yet. You guys go ahead and talk."

Mrs. Sutton gave an awkward smile. "This child... her father and I have spoiled her rotten."

Adrian Lancaster sat upright on the sofa, directly facing the dining room. His gaze fell on Wren’s back.

"It’s alright." He smiled too, a rare look of indulgence in his eyes.

For the rest of the conversation, Wren did not participate, remaining seated in the dining room.

She heard every word Adrian said. ’He doesn’t mean a single word of it. It’s all just hypocritical lies.’

’My parents don’t understand the real situation. They believed him so easily. They’re being kept in the dark.’

Wren suppressed the bitter resentment in her heart. She didn’t interrupt Adrian, nor did she expose his lies.

But she couldn’t stand to listen any longer. She got up, left the dining room, and returned to her bedroom, slamming the door shut with a BANG.

Mr. and Mrs. Sutton were left speechless.

Adrian remained impassive, finishing what he had come to say.

Only then did he get up from the sofa.

"Dad, Mom, I’m going to go talk with Wren."

"Go on. The most important thing for a couple is communication."

Adrian gave a slight nod and walked toward Wren’s bedroom.

He pushed the door open and went inside. He saw her sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, looking sullen, like a resentful young wife from a TV drama.

Wren looked up. Seeing it was Adrian, she pointed angrily at the door. "Who said you could come in? Get out."

Adrian’s dark eyes were unfathomable. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and leaned languidly against the door with one hand in his pocket.

"I never realized you had such a temper. I came to your home in person to apologize and explain. Isn’t that sincere enough?"

Wren was dismissive. "Sincerity that comes with an agenda—how much of that is actually genuine? What makes you think I’d be moved by it?"

An undercurrent swirled deep in Adrian’s eyes. He took an exquisite little velvet box from his pocket, which contained a ring.

He walked to Wren’s side, opened the box, and placed it in front of her.

"A gift for you."

When Wren saw the diamond ring, which was the size of a pigeon’s egg, her brow furrowed. She didn’t show the slightest hint of joy.

"What do you mean by this?"

Adrian stood by the bed, looking down at her, his presence enveloping her.

"A man gives a woman a ring. What do you think it means?"

Wren didn’t reply. She glanced at the ring and immediately looked away, refusing to accept Adrian’s insincere gesture.

’He didn’t give me a ring in our four years of marriage, but now that we’re about to get a divorce, he brings me this? I have no desire to wear it anymore.’

"You’d really do anything for Maya Marshall, wouldn’t you?"

"Not entirely for her."

With that, Adrian leaned down and slid the ring onto Wren’s left ring finger himself.

Then he lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, just like a scene from a TV drama where a man proposes to a woman.

Everything happened so suddenly that by the time Wren reacted, the ring was already on her hand.

She yanked her hand back and tried to pull the ring off, but it wouldn’t budge. Exasperated, she felt like cursing. The sight of Adrian was now even more infuriating.

She shot to her feet. "Did you put superglue on this ring?!"

’How else could it be stuck like this?’

While Wren was distracted, Adrian grabbed her by the waist and, with a gentle tug, pulled her into his embrace.

"Keep it on. You deserve it."

Wren looked up into Adrian’s dark, profound eyes, unable to fathom his intentions.

Adrian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice was tinged with a husky quality that sounded exceptionally intimate in the quiet night.

"You will always be Mrs. Lancaster. Don’t worry, I’m not going to divorce you."