Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 97: Passing Out Drunk on the Marshall Family’s Bed
The Marshall Residence.
While Adrian Lancaster was in the restroom, Maya Marshall took the liberty of deleting the text message Wren Sutton had sent him.
But even that wasn’t enough to quell her resentment.
’What right does Wren Sutton have to attend the Quinn family’s one-month celebration?’
’When it comes to social ties, the Marshalls are much closer to the Quinns. Who do the Suttons think they are? Wren Sutton is utterly unworthy.’
Adrian Lancaster returned shortly after, his expression unchanged. He hadn’t noticed a thing.
Maya Marshall said nothing, acting as if nothing had happened. She simply beamed and placed some food onto his plate.
"Try this. I made it myself."
Not wanting to be rude, Adrian Lancaster picked up his chopsticks and ate the dish.
"How is it? Is it good?" Maya Marshall asked, eager for his answer.
It was actually rather bland, but Adrian spared her feelings. "It’s delicious."
Maya Marshall was overjoyed. "If you like it, I’ll cook for you more often."
Adrian returned the gesture, placing a piece of food on her plate as well.
They exchanged a few words in low voices, looking quite intimate.
Mr. and Mrs. Marshall watched with delight, certain that the two of them would end up together.
"Adrian, our whole family is so happy you could come today."
"You should come by more often. Don’t be a stranger."
Adrian responded politely. His every word and gesture spoke of a superb upbringing, and his refined, elegant demeanor was captivating.
Mr. Marshall was in high spirits and feeling festive.
"Come, Adrian, let’s have a toast to the generations of friendship between our families."
"Alright." Adrian raised his glass and drained it.
Maya Marshall immediately refilled his glass.
One drink led to another, and soon Adrian had drunk quite a bit.
He wasn’t a heavy drinker, and no one was forcing him, but he drank willingly.
He found it strange himself. ’What’s wrong with me today? I can’t seem to stop. The more I drink, the more I want.’
Seeing that Adrian had had enough and was clearly intoxicated, Mrs. Marshall shot a look at her daughter.
"Maya, stop letting Adrian drink. He has to go to the office this afternoon, and being drunk will affect his work."
"Have Adrian go rest in his room for a bit. I’ll go to the kitchen and make some sobering-up soup."
Maya Marshall understood immediately and put down the bottle.
"I know, Mom."
With the help of a few servants, Maya Marshall led Adrian to a bedroom.
The effects of the alcohol deepened. Adrian collapsed onto the bed in a daze. A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and his head began to ache.
Watching him tug at his tie, Maya felt herself become utterly mesmerized. Her heart pounded, and she could barely restrain the urge to throw herself into his arms.
She fought the impulse, her eyes glinting with the confidence of someone certain of victory. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
’I’ve waited so many years. What’s a few more minutes?’
"You rest for a bit. I’ll go downstairs and get the sobering-up soup."
Adrian didn’t respond; he seemed to have already fallen asleep.
Trembling with excitement, Maya Marshall left the bedroom and went to the adjacent room.
Mrs. Marshall was waiting for her inside. The sobering-up soup had been prepared long ago.
"Did you add it?" Maya Marshall whispered.
Mrs. Marshall was full of confidence. "It’s foolproof. The rest is up to you. Try to get pregnant on the first try."
Maya Marshall felt no shame or embarrassment whatsoever. On the contrary, she was thrilled.
’Finally, this day has come.’
「Half an hour later.」
Maya Marshall emerged from the bathroom, enveloped in a fragrant mist. She wore a sexy nightgown, her wavy hair draped languidly over her shoulders, exuding a seductive, feminine allure.
Carrying the sobering-up soup, she returned to her bedroom. She drew the curtains and switched on the mood lighting, creating a suggestive atmosphere. An aphrodisiac fragrance filled the air.
Completely satisfied, Maya Marshall eagerly climbed into bed.
Just as Adrian was drifting back toward consciousness, a woman’s soft, bewitching voice whispered in his ear, "Adrian, let me help you drink your soup."
Maya Marshall planned to feed it to him mouth-to-mouth.
