Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 312: You’re Not Jealous, Are You?

Serena Summers exclaimed in surprise and, by the time she recovered her senses, found her entire upper body dangling over a man’s shoulder.

Adrian Holt carried Serena on his shoulder, striding out of the nightclub with his long and straight legs.

Serena’s cheeks were flushed, blood seemingly gathering instantly on her face, bringing a wave of scorching heat.

"Adrian Holt, put me down!" She struggled to get off the man, her legs flailing nonstop.

"Be good."

Adrian Holt carried her all the way to the car, opened the passenger door, and placed her inside.

Finally put down, Serena’s cheeks were so hot it was as though they were burning.

"You, you... do you even know what you’re doing?"

How could he carry her out like this? She wondered if anyone had seen her face.

It was so embarrassing.

Adrian Holt cast his gaze downward, his eyes falling on the girl’s little face, which had turned red with shyness, and his pupils darkened a shade deeper.

He leaned in, propping his arm on the back of the passenger seat, trapping Serena against his chest, and his lips curved into a small smile.

"Mrs. Shaw, you’ve been living it up these past two years, haven’t you? Drinking? Clubbing? Hmm?"

Locking eyes with Adrian Holt’s dark and deep gaze, Serena suddenly felt uneasy.

But she quickly straightened her back, casually sweeping her somewhat messy hair behind her ears and said with pride, "Can’t help it, who made me so charming?"

Adrian Holt was amused and exasperated by her righteous demeanor, reached out to pinch her rosy cheek, and said, "You think you have a point, do you?"

"Mhm." Serena tilted her chin up, looking at him with an air of arrogance.

Adrian Holt, helpless, moved his face closer once again.

The distance between the two narrowed quickly, their noses almost touching.

The man’s warm breath sprayed onto Serena’s cheeks, like balls of searing fire burning upon her face, ushering waves of heat.

The fresh and pleasant scent of him overwhelmed her senses completely.

Serena’s heart skipped involuntarily, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and thinking he was about to kiss her, she instinctively closed her eyes.

However, the man’s kiss never did land.

She opened her eyes in confusion, only to find Adrian Holt looking at her with a smile, his slender eyes gleaming with a teasing light.

He reached out, pulling the seatbelt from behind Serena.

With a "click," the seatbelt was fastened, securing her firmly in the passenger seat.

Having done all this, Adrian Holt curled a finger and tapped lightly on her smooth, plump forehead, teasingly said, "What were you thinking? I don’t want to be gawked at in the middle of the street."

His tone paused for a moment, and he added, "Of course, if that’s what you want, it’s not out of the question."

The man’s trailing voice was slow and deep, filled with an indescribable pleasure.

Serena realized she had misunderstood and her cheeks blazed with embarrassment, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.

"Who’s thinking that? Not me!"

Witnessing Serena’s mortified and annoyed expression, Adrian Holt’s smile deepened.

He closed the car door, returned to the driver’s seat, and said to Serena, "Sit tight, we’re going home."

He then stepped on the accelerator, started the engine, and steered the car back towards the Shaw Family’s home.

The whole way, Serena barely spoke.

The heat on her face lingered for a long time, making her want to bury herself in a hole.

So embarrassing!

Halfway through the drive, Adrian Holt suddenly said, "You should hang out less with Claire Lane and Charlotte Summers, are nightclubs really all that great?"

Those places are a jumble of good and bad, all kinds of people can be found there.

There might even be some unclean stuff, and if these defenseless girls were to consume something by accident, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Serena retorted softly, "We just went for drinks, not to pick up guys."

Adrian Holt scoffed, gripping the steering wheel tighter, "You not hitting on others doesn’t mean others won’t have ideas and hit on you."

Isn’t the man in the dance floor today a living example?

Especially since Serena Summers is so beautiful, even in the dim lighting of the nightclub, she still stood out immediately.

One glance, and you can’t look away.

He could see very clearly from the second floor, many men, from time to time, cast their eyes toward Serena Summers, eager to try and ready to strike up a conversation.

Such gazes made him feel uncomfortable.

It was as if a long-hidden treasure of his was being coveted by others.

Serena Summers wanted to argue back, but suddenly her eyes shifted, and the dimples at the sides of her cheeks gently surfaced, her brows and eyes smiling.

"Adrian Holt, can it be that you are jealous?"

The man abruptly stepped on the brakes, and Serena Summers, unprepared, lurched forward, nearly hitting her head.

Fortunately, Adrian Holt, quick on his feet, blocked her forehead with his hand just in time to avoid the impact.

Adrian Holt looked somewhat unnatural, cleared his throat, and stubbornly said: "Don’t talk nonsense; I am not. Don’t forget, between us it’s only a transactional relationship."

Hearing Adrian Holt’s words, Serena Summers gave him a profound look and couldn’t help but snort in her heart.

Just wait for it. Once he regains his memory, not being able to sleep in the study for a month is unavoidable.

Humph!

Adrian Holt met Serena Summers’s gaze, his lips pursed slightly, feeling subtly affected and chose not to speak again.

Late at night, Adrian Holt still ended up sleeping on the couch.

After Serena Summers lay down, the room fell into silence.

The bright moonlight filtered through the thin curtains into the room, casting a light upon the large bed, dispersing some of the darkness.

Serena Summers, unable to sleep, listened intently to Adrian Holt’s movements.

She slowly turned to face his direction, from her angle only able to see a dark silhouette of his head.

Serena Summers quietly sat up in bed and, barefoot, tiptoed to Adrian Holt’s side.

Then she quietly climbed onto the sofa and lay down next to the man.

The sofa was spacious enough for one, but a little cramped for two.

In the darkness, Serena Summers quietly gazed at the man’s handsome face.

He seemed thinner than before, his good-looking features more defined. He lay straight on the sofa, seemingly asleep.

She slowly wrapped her arms around Adrian Holt’s sturdy waist, leaning on him, his familiar refreshing scent filled her breaths.

It had been a long time since she had a good night’s sleep. Lying in bed at night, tossing and turning, she just couldn’t fall asleep, and even if she did, she would suddenly wake up.

The night repeated in cycles of falling asleep, waking up, then sleeping and waking up again...

The next day, she’d wake up, her body exhausted, completely lacking energy.

The moment she closed her eyes, the image of Lucas Shaw falling into the sea replayed over and over in her mind like a movie.

She desperately ran toward him, wanting to reach out and grab him, but in the end, she only grasped air.

And then, she would wake up.

Lying in Adrian Holt’s arms now, she finally felt somewhat at peace, the tense nerve slightly eased.

Just like last time at the bar when she got drunk and he took her to the hotel suite, holding him and sleeping the whole night.

That was the most restful sleep she had in months.

Serena Summers watched him with eyes wide open, her fingers unconsciously landed on his forehead, wanting to smooth out his slightly furrowed brows.

Then to his delicate arched brows, thick lashes, tall nose bridge... and finally, her fingers landed on his sexy thin lips.

Adrian Holt’s eyes were tightly shut, but he was not asleep.

In fact, he woke up the moment Serena Summers got out of bed, and then he heard a rustling sound.

The reason he didn’t open his eyes was that he wanted to see what she would actually do.

But what he never expected was that Serena Summers would sneakily lie down beside him, and like a little kitten, burrow into his arms.

When those soft, boneless hands wrapped around his waist, his body uncontrollably tensed up.