Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 300 The Shirt is All Torn Up by You

Adrian Holt pondered for a while, then asked, "What do you want to do?"

He was well aware that this was the only chance to get close to Serena Summers. If he missed it, the mission would be a complete failure.

The organization would not let him off the hook.

Thus, he spent about half a minute weighing the pros and cons before reluctantly compromising.

As long as he could achieve his goal and stay by Serena Summers’ side, whatever identity he would take didn’t matter anymore.

"There’s nothing to do, just stay by my side." Serena sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her delicate little feet gently and reaching out her hand to the man.

If Lucas Shaw was still alive, could it be possible that Professor Parker was, too?

Then everything would make sense.

For his experiments, Professor Parker was capable of doing anything.

Although she didn’t know yet what had been done to Lucas Shaw, as long as he stayed by her side, she would definitely figure it out.

Adrian’s brow furrowed slightly, "Is that all?"

Just staying by her side, was that enough?

For some reason, Adrian always felt that Serena’s eyes could see through everything.

All darkness could not hide from her.

The curve of Serena’s lips deepened, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "If you want more, that’s not impossible either..."

Adrian’s lips twitched slightly, and he voiced the doubt in his heart, "Are you planning to use me as a substitute for Lucas Shaw?"

"Um... if you prefer to understand it that way, you can. So, are you willing?" Serena tilted her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with mirth.

Adrian’s gaze fell on Serena’s soft, boneless little hand, and he suddenly felt that he had failed in his mission.

He not only lost but was utterly defeated.

He slowly extended his hand, and upon touching Serena’s soft little hand, he grasped it firmly, "Pleased to cooperate."

Before Serena could speak, he took the lead, "Those things you mentioned could just be coincidences, because I can clearly recount everything that happened in the past 24 years."

This was also why Adrian had never doubted his identity.

He remembered almost everything that had happened since he could remember, and he was certain that none of it involved the Shaw Family or Serena Summers.

"Oh." Serena nodded nonchalantly, her expression unchanging.

She already had her own conjectures about what Adrian had said.

It just needed to be confirmed.

Adrian was surprised by her reaction, and he became even more certain in his heart that Serena intended to use him as a substitute.

He pursed his lips and continued, "I can agree to be a substitute for your husband, shouldn’t you agree to do something for me as well?"

Serena got off the bed, stepped on the man’s instep, and tiptoed, her warm and sweet breath sprayed on his face, "What do you want me to do? Join your organization? Or help you research drugs that change human genes?"

"You..."

"How do I know all this?" Serena let out a sneer, staring steadily into Adrian’s eyes, "Because, my husband is the one who had an accident trying to save me from their clutches two years ago."

Two years ago...

He also had an accident then, but it wasn’t an explosion, it was a car crash.

But, could such coincidences really exist in this world?

A dark glimmer flitted across the depths of Adrian’s eyes, as he dared not continue to ponder deeper.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes pausing for a second on the woman’s fair and tender toes before swiftly averting his gaze.

He pinched the woman’s slender and soft waist, and pulled her back onto the bed.

Thinking that he had been so flustered by a woman, he hooked up a wry, presumptuous smile unwilling to show weakness.

He pointed to his unbuttoned shirt, "Miss Summers, you’ve torn my shirt. Shouldn’t you compensate me for it?"

"Are you short on money?" Serena Summers frowned.

Adrian Holt: "Not short, but the one who caused the damage should be responsible."

Serena Summers’ gaze lingered on his well-defined pectoral muscles for a moment, suggesting meaningfully, "One shirt won’t be enough."

Adrian Holt felt a twitch in his temple upon grasping the implication of her words.

The current Serena Summers was nothing like the person described in his investigation.

The report said that Serena Summers was lively, obedient, and sweet, but this one...she was a flirtatious little vixen.

If his self-control weren’t so strong, his soul would probably have been hooked away by now.

Indeed, Serena Summers had that appeal; despite his experience with countless women of all shapes and sizes, he couldn’t help but be attracted to her when he first saw her.

"Come here." Serena Summers beckoned to her.

"What for?" Adrian Holt, usually cold and proud, keeping people at bay, when has he ever been summoned by a woman?

But his feet, as if having a mind of their own, slowly made their way toward her.

Serena Summers bent down to retrieve a tube of ointment from her bag and pulled him to sit down by the bed.

"There’s a lot of blood, doesn’t it hurt?"

Serena Summers looked at the bite marks she had left on the man’s shoulder, feeling somewhat guilty.

But soon, she regained her righteous composure.

It wasn’t all her fault, after all. It was he who had forgotten about her first.

Adrian Holt wanted to say it didn’t hurt, but as he met Serena Summers’ worried eyes, he changed his tune, "It seems... it does hurt a little."

Serena Summers placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned in, and gently blew on it, applying the ointment, "It will be all right soon."

Her soft fingertips lightly brushed his shoulder, mixed with the cool sensation of the ointment, causing a tingling numbness like electricity that swiftly spread to his limbs and throughout his body.

His back tensed in an instant, and the fire that had been suppressed once again surged up.

"It’s done."

At that moment, Serena Summers withdrew her hand and cautioned him, "Try not to get it wet for the next few days. I’ll have someone send over the clothes later, I have to go now, things to do."

Adrian Holt ended up with a small porcelain bottle in his hand, still warm from the heat of her palm.

He chuckled silently, leaning lazily against the headboard, his deep eyes watching her, "Does this count as you keeping me?"

Serena Summers laughed as well, taking out a card from her bag and handing it to him, "This is what keeping someone means."

Adrian Holt looked at the bank card in his hand, with an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say he didn’t need the money, but faced with Serena Summers’ expectant eyes, he quietly swallowed back his refusal.

"Fine, I’ll accept it. But there should be a time limit to playing a stand-in, right? I can’t, for the sake of a mission, devote my whole life to it, can I?" Adrian Holt’s lips curled up slightly, softening the usually hard contours of his face.

Indeed, he did have the air of a kept man.

Serena Summers raised an eyebrow, "Am I not worth devoting your lifetime to?"

The woman’s face was delicate, her eyes bright and teeth white, her rosy lips slightly pouted, gleaming with a seductive luster.

Adrian Holt stared at her, a ludicrous thought suddenly flashing through his mind: A lifetime... wouldn’t be a loss...

Serena Summers handed over her contact information to her, then turned and left.

After she had gone, Adrian Holt got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom and saw the bank card and business card, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Although it was just for the mission, it was the first time in his life he felt like someone was keeping him.

How should he put it... the feeling wasn’t bad at all.