Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 299: Don’t Push Me Away, Okay?

Adrian Holt pursed his lips, wanting to say he was not the person she was looking for, but before he could speak, a dampness spread across his chest.

He rubbed his temples with slight headache, oddly choosing not to push her away.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Serena Summers finally lifted her face from his embrace, "Seeing you alive and well makes me very happy."

She looked up at him, her tears turning into a smile, her delicate face adorned with two small dimpiles, radiant and splendid.

Her eyes, that had cried, seemed washed by water, becoming clearer and more luminous, filled with a layer of fine light.

Adrian Holt stared at her, his heart suddenly feeling as if it had been pricked by something, inducing a tingling sensation.

This was not the first time he had been captivated by Serena Summer’s face.

He had seen many beautiful women, but none were like Serena Summers; just looking at her stirred an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn’t know how to describe it.

Somewhat sour, yet somewhat swelling.

He pushed her away abruptly, gathering his scattered thoughts, and said indifferently, "Miss Summers, I told you last night, I am not the person you are looking for."

"You are," Serena Summers stubbornly looked at him.

"My last name is Holt, not Shaw," Adrian Holt said in a deep voice.

Serena Summers, unconvinced, moved towards him and carefully extended her small finger, hooking his hand.

Adrian Holt was deep in thought when he felt a soft touch in his hand, and instinctively hooked back.

When he snapped back to reality, he was stunned.

In the past, if a woman dared to come close to him, before even touching him, he would have avoided her like a snake.

But when Serena Summers approached, his subconscious reaction was to reciprocate. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

His deep eyes narrowed, watching Serena Summers’s lovely cheeks, suddenly feeling a sense of absurdity.

Yet, the instigator smiled satisfyingly, lifting the hand she hooked and with a sly twinkle in her eye, said, "See, no matter how tough you talk, your body’s instinctual response cannot lie."

Realizing he had been played, Adrian Holt withdrew his hand, and his face immediately clouded over, "I have all my previous memories, my life trajectory, and it has nothing to do with the person you are talking about. Miss Summers, respect yourself."

The words "respect yourself" shattered all of Serena Summers’s certainty.

She bowed her head, curling up her legs, burying her face in her knees, as her mood fell along with.

Adrian Holt didn’t hear a response from Serena Summers, and instinctively turned his head to look, noticing her shoulders trembling slightly, probably from crying.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately, didn’t say a word.

The room fell into a weird silence, the atmosphere dropping to freezing point.

After a long while, Serena Summers slowly lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and said to Adrian Holt, "If you say you’re not him, then take off your clothes."

"What did you say?"

"I want to see if you have those scars on your body. If you do, it proves you’re him."

Adrian Holt scoffed, "Even if I had those scars you’re talking about, what difference would it make? Every scar on my body can be accounted for..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Serena Summers lunged at him.

Next, he felt a tremendous tearing force, and with a rip sound, his shirt was torn open, buttons scattering on the bed and floor.

Sturdy chest exposed to the air.

Serena Summers leaned in close, her gaze falling on the scar on his shoulder, her eyes once again moistening.

Adrian Holt was pounced on, his body leaning against the headboard, feeling the woman’s soft and delicate fingers gently caressing his shoulder, igniting a fire in his chest.

Burning hot and scalding, spreading from the shoulder throughout his entire body.

His sexy Adam’s apple slightly rolled, suppressing the surging desire within him, his low voice contained a bit more forbearance, "What are you doing?"

Serena Summers shifted her gaze from the bite mark on the man’s shoulder and spoke faintly, "Do you want to know the story behind this bite mark?"

Adrian Holt pursed his lips, inexplicably asking, "What?"

"It was our first time, I was overexerted and bit you in anger."

Saying that, Serena Summers suddenly bent down and bit forcefully on another shoulder of the man.

She did not restrain her force, tasting blood in her mouth before slowly releasing him.

"This is your punishment for forgetting me."

Adrian Holt groaned, unable to help frowning and with a flip, he pressed Serena Summers under him.

Her figure was slender, her wrists so frail as if they could be broken with little force, and he could firmly grasp both wrists with one hand.

Serena Summers blinked, staring straight at him.

Meeting those clear eyes, the desire deep in Adrian Holt’s eyes intensified, he coldly threatened, "Serena, hasn’t he taught you not to show such a gaze to other men?"

Having lived for over twenty years, this was the first time someone had ignited this fire in him, and unfortunately, he couldn’t yet touch this woman.

Serena Summers’ lips curved slightly, "Your scent is exactly the same as his. He liked to use a limited edition perfume from D brand, with a faint scent of pine wood. The ties and belts, he also preferred a niche French brand, Fhi. Yours are the same, right?"

"So what?"

Surprise flickered in Adrian Holt’s eyes. While he could recognize the scent of D brand’s perfume, ties and belts were brands rarely known domestically.

Moreover, two years ago, the clothes in his wardrobe were not of these brands.

He had suffered some injuries due to an accident, and upon waking up, he instructed people to throw away all his old belongings and replaced them with new ones.

Since then, he had been using that brand for all his items.

This was something Serena Summers, who never left S city, couldn’t possibly know.

Hearing Adrian Holt’s acknowledgment, Serena Summers’ lips curled up further, continuing, "You don’t like seafood, fatty intestines or any strongly flavored dishes, you dislike eating internal organs, lamb, or drinking milk, and you prefer to brush the left side first when brushing your teeth... Do I need to go on?"

Judging from Adrian Holt’s increasingly unpleasant expression, she had already gotten the answer she wanted.

No matter if it had been seventeen years or just two, as long as he stood before her, she would recognize him instantly.

Because some things are etched deep in the bones.

Adrian Holt’s expression stiffened momentarily, then he flipped over and sat up, lips sealed, not uttering a word.

In fact, he had already investigated Lucas Shaw’s information last night.

He even considered disguising himself as Lucas Shaw to get closer to Serena Summers to accomplish his mission.

But now, the situation seemed to be moving in an unexpected direction, catching him off guard.

"Did I get everything right?" Serena Summers proudly raised her chin, looking into his profound eyes, saying, "If you’re not ready to admit it now, that’s fine. But please don’t push me away, okay? I don’t want to lose you a second time."