Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 89: Strong Husband Material

Spencer Sawyer wore a light-colored casual jacket and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His every move exuded the refined aura of a high-society elite—a true gentleman.

His features were distinctive—handsome and gentle, yet undeniably masculine. He gave off a strong husbandly vibe.

Wren Sutton hadn’t expected to run into Spencer Sawyer at the supermarket. It had been about six or seven years since they last saw each other.

He was her senior in college—from the same department but a different major, two years ahead of her. After graduating, he went abroad for further studies, and she’d lost all contact with him.

Some said he had settled overseas. Others claimed he had returned to the country long ago and started a company in Bexley.

"Senior, long time no see."

Spencer Sawyer looked at her, his gaze gentle. "It’s been so many years since graduation, and you still call me ’Senior’."

Wren Sutton smiled warmly. "It’s a habit."

Spencer didn’t press the issue, looking pleased.

"Alright, suit yourself. It’s just a title. Call me whatever you want."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they walked out side-by-side, pushing their shopping carts and chatting as they went.

When they reached the parking lot, they found that, by coincidence, their cars were parked right next to each other.

Spencer proactively helped her, placing the three heavy bags of groceries Wren had bought into her trunk.

"Thank you, Senior."

"It was nothing, don’t mention it."

They stood facing each other at a comfortable distance—not so far as to seem distant, nor so close as to be overly intimate. It was just right.

"Senior, seeing you today was a pleasant surprise. Welcome back to Aston."

A wave of warmth washed over Spencer, and his gaze softened even more.

"Thank you. I’m very happy to see you too. You’ve changed a lot in the last few years—you’ve gotten more and more beautiful. No wonder you were our department’s beauty."

Wren Sutton almost blushed from the compliment.

"Senior, if you keep praising me like that, I’ll get a big head."

Spencer let out a hearty laugh. "I’m just speaking the truth, and I mean it."

With that, he took out his phone, changing the subject.

"I’m not planning on leaving this time. If it’s convenient, let’s exchange contact information."

Wren Sutton agreed without hesitation. "Okay."

They not only saved each other’s phone numbers but also added each other as friends on WeChat.

"Let’s stay in touch. If you ever need my help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask."

Knowing he was just being polite, Wren Sutton didn’t refuse his kind offer. "Okay."

Spencer raised his wrist to check the time.

"Since we’re old classmates who’ve just reunited, I really should treat you to a meal. But I have other plans today, something scheduled in advance that I can’t miss."

The regret in his eyes and tone was genuine; he wasn’t just playing hard to get.

Wren waved her hand. "Senior, you go on ahead. Don’t worry about me."

Spencer was as suave as ever. "Alright, then. We’ll find another time to meet up."

Wren smiled and nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Drive safe," Spencer added.

"You too."

They waved goodbye, got into their respective cars, and drove out of the parking lot.

On the way back to Amberwood Estates, Wren Sutton was in a good mood, planning to make hot pot for dinner.

On the way, she received a call from Isla Griffith.

"Hello?"

"Help me, sweetie! I’m going to lose my mind."

Wren slowed down the car, asking worriedly, "What’s wrong? Tell me slowly, don’t panic."

Isla Griffith’s head throbbed with frustration. "Jason is camped outside my apartment, spamming me with messages, asking me to be his girlfriend. I said no, but now he’s refusing to leave."

Wren was shocked. She hadn’t expected Jason to be so extreme. She regretted giving him Isla Griffith’s WeChat.

"This is my fault. I shouldn’t have given him your WeChat without asking. I’m so sorry. I acted on impulse and didn’t think it through."

"It’s not your fault. This is Jason’s problem. Plenty of guys have added me on WeChat, but none of them have ever been like him."

Wren thought for a moment. "If it gets too bad, call the police."

"I did. The police made him leave, but who knew he’d come back a little while later? This time he’s not right at my door, but he’s downstairs. I don’t even dare to go out."

Wren frowned, her good impression of Jason plummeting. She immediately made a U-turn at the intersection.

"Don’t be scared. I’m coming over to deal with him now."

「Twenty minutes later.」

Wren Sutton arrived at Isla Griffith’s residential complex.

She saw Jason standing downstairs, leaning against his car door, staring up at a lit window.

Wren followed his gaze and saw that the window belonged to Isla Griffith’s bedroom.

The realization sent a chill down her spine.

She had only given Jason her friend’s WeChat. She had never told him her friend’s address. ’How did he find this place?’

Jason heard approaching footsteps. He turned his head and his eyes lit up when he saw it was Wren Sutton, as if he’d found a ray of hope.

"Mrs. Lancaster, are you here to see Ms. Griffith?"

"That’s right."

"Great! I’ll go up with you. When I try to go up alone, Ms. Griffith won’t open the door. I think she’s mistaken me for a bad guy."

Wren Sutton stood her ground, her expression stern.

"Mr. Jason, your actions are causing my friend a great deal of distress. Please leave immediately."

Jason was taken aback. "You’ve misunderstood. I have no intention of harming Ms. Griffith. I just couldn’t help but express my feelings for her. I genuinely like her."

Wren retorted, "There’s nothing wrong with liking someone, but a relationship is a two-way street. You can’t only consider your own feelings."

Jason shrugged, putting on an innocent look.

"But you have to fight for love."

Wren criticized him bluntly, "You’re being too pushy. You’re just making her feel pressured and burdened."

Jason was unfazed, his tone shifting. "Mrs. Lancaster, this is my private business. You have no right to interfere."

Jason was completely unreasonable, which infuriated Wren.

Calling the police wouldn’t necessarily solve the problem. After all, Jason wasn’t trespassing, just standing downstairs. Mediation would only treat the symptom, not the cause.

’What should I do?’

In a flash, the image of Adrian Lancaster suddenly crossed her mind.

’Maybe he can convince Jason.’