Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 313: Bastard, It’s Time to Throw Him Out!

Serena Summers snuggled into Adrian Holt’s arms, feeling the familiar scent emanating from his body, and her long-tense heart began to gently relax.

She wriggled in his embrace, looking for a comfortable position, and closed her eyes to sleep.

But she failed to notice that in the darkness, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Those profound eyes seemed to blend with the night, entirely engulfing Serena.

Serena quickly felt sleepy, almost immediately dozing off as her head hit the pillow.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from above her head.

Carrying an indescribable sense of danger.

"What are you doing?"

Serena suddenly woke up, reaching up to rub her bleary eyes, and looked up at him, "Are you awake? Did I wake you?"

"What are you doing?" Adrian Holt’s body tensed up, and he repeated his question.

Serena blinked, her eyes filled with innocence, "Sleeping, of course."

This righteous demeanor somewhat amused and irritated Adrian.

He pulled away Serena’s hand that was resting on his waist, his voice as if laced with ice, utterly cold.

"You shouldn’t be lying here, go back to your own bed to sleep."

Serena opened her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening.

"Are you really sending me away? Adrian Holt, say what you just said again!"

She pounded his chest with her fists, venting the anger and frustration building inside her.

Heaven knows how she got through the days since his disappearance.

And now, after finally finding him, he’s telling her to get lost!

How hateful!

Adrian’s expression darkened, seeing her tears falling drop by drop, his heart also twisted in pain.

But he quickly suppressed that feeling.

"Get off, and don’t make me repeat myself a third time."

Serena wiped the tears from her face and carefully moved a bit closer in his embrace, her movements tentative, "Don’t send me away, I can’t sleep at all without you by my side."

"I haven’t had a peaceful sleep in a very, very long time, except for that time I met you in the bar."

After Adrian disappeared, she spent nights after nights with insomnia. Now he’s back but doesn’t recognize her.

Adrian caught the slowly approaching hand, scoffed coldly with a mocking tone, "So, this is your reason for climbing into my bed in the middle of the night?"

"What’s wrong with climbing into my own husband’s bed?"

Serena huffed, freeing her hand from his grasp, and glaring at him with indignation.

"Even if you lost your memory, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re my husband. Our marriage is protected by law!"

She had thought that as long as he was alive, as long as he was by her side, what he was called, who he was... none of that mattered anymore.

But at this moment, Serena felt an overwhelming sense of grievance with nowhere to vent.

Why had he forgotten her?

Why did she have to bear so much pain for him, while he could just casually forget and erase all their past sweetness with a single word?

Was this fair to her?

Unable to argue with her, Adrian was at a loss for words, allowing Serena to close in once again.

Perhaps even indulging her.

He himself didn’t know why he didn’t push Serena away with determination.

But, as if compelled by some mysterious force, seeing those red-rimmed eyes made him soften.

He retracted the hand he had stretched out.

Allowing her to wriggle into his arms like a little mudfish.

And then, like an octopus, she wrapped him tightly with her arms and legs.

Everyone says that he is Lucas Shaw, but clearly, he possesses complete memories.

His life from the past twenty-something years was genuinely experienced, how could those be fake?

But at this moment, he felt an inexplicable surge of jealousy towards this man named Lucas Shaw.

It seems he lived a very happy life, with many people caring for him.

Even when he went missing, these people never gave up searching for him.

And...

Adrian Holt slowly lowered his gaze, placing it upon the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, his eyes darkening slightly.

There’s also someone who deeply loves him, who has been waiting for his return.

There was even a moment when he fantasized that he truly was Lucas Shaw.

Because in his boundless dark life, there appeared a beam of light.

He thinks, even if it is wishful thinking, he wants to hold onto that light firmly.

Serena Summers pressed her cheek tightly against the man’s chest.

The strong and powerful sound of his heartbeat where her heart lay brought her peace of mind.

But at this moment, she was no longer sleepy and couldn’t fall asleep; she wriggled about in his arms, trying to find the most comfortable position.

The man’s body suddenly became stiff, and his temperature also rose several degrees.

He was trying to restrain himself, but the sound of several heavy breaths was uncontrollably released.

He immediately hugged Serena Summers, who wouldn’t stop fidgeting in his arms; his large, warm palm forcefully clasped her wrist, and with a turnover, he pressed her beneath him.

"Stop moving."

His hoarse voice carried a warning and was thick with danger.

Serena Summers’ body tensed up sharply, instinctively wanting to escape.

Having been husband and wife for so long, she could not be more familiar with his bodily reactions.

Her eyes slyly shifting, Serena Summers stretched out her slender arm and hooked it around the man’s neck, drawing him closer to herself slowly.

"Husband, you’re reacting. Even though you’ve forgotten me, your body still remembers."

She said it so shamelessly, boldly and directly.

Adrian Holt looked at Serena Summers, his ears hidden in the night beginning to burn, even the tender skin under his palm was getting scorching hot.

He quickly let her go, and to maintain his own dignity, he said coldly: "It’s normal for a man to react to a woman, it has nothing to do with who she is."

Upon hearing that, Serena Summers suddenly sat up from the couch, staring at him in astonishment.

She huffed angrily and ran back to her own bed to lie down, turning her back to Adrian Holt, "If that’s the case, you can go find another woman!"

Damn man! It’s time to throw him away!

How dare he even think of other women, utterly despicable!

Adrian Holt sat on the bed, gazing blankly at Serena Summers’ figure, feeling a pang of pain in his chest again.

This pain was more turbulent than before. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to cover his chest.

Did he... say something wrong?

There were no other women, whether he was suffering amnesia or not, he never let any other woman come near him.

Suddenly, his mind recalled the information he had previously investigated about Serena Summers.

Serena Summers loved Lucas Shaw deeply. Even when everyone else was convinced he was dead, only Serena Summers said he hadn’t died, that he would come back.

For two years, many people had started new lives, but only she never moved on.

A feeling of guilt arose in his heart for no reason, and he sat there confusingly, taking a long time to come back to his senses.

He pursed his lips and quietly rose from the couch; he sat down beside Serena Summers’ bed.

Serena Summers turned her back to him, so he couldn’t see her true expression.

He stretched out a finger and touched her tentatively.