Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 322: You Won’t Know Until You Try

He leaned over, sat Serena Summers up from the bed, picked up her shoes from the floor, grasped her slender, fair ankle, and slipped the shoes on her.

"There, step down now."

Serena Summers wiggled her little feet, pouting dissatisfiedly, "Carry me."

The delicate pink slippers on her feet accentuated her skin, making it appear even more like creamy, delicate, snow-white porcelain. Her toes were round and plump, and her nails were clear and transparent, exquisite and beautiful like flawless jade.

Adrian Holt’s gaze fell on her little feet, his eyes deepening, his Adam’s apple involuntarily swallowing as he muttered "spoiled," yet he resignedly picked her up from the bed and walked downstairs.

In the dining room downstairs, Edward Selwyn and Vincent Carter were already sitting at the dining table, and the servants were serving the food.

Hearing the footsteps from the stairs, both men turned their heads to look.

"First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother."

Serena Summers, with one hand wrapped around Adrian Holt’s neck, waved her other hand to greet them.

Edward Selwyn’s long stern face finally softened a bit, with a slight smile, "You’re such a grown-up, yet you still want to be carried."

"I like it!" Serena Summers rubbed Adrian Holt’s chin, swinging her legs carelessly, seeming to be in a good mood.

It seems she rested well.

Edward Selwyn and Vincent Carter smiled helplessly, "Come on, sit down and eat, we specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare all your favorite dishes."

Adrian Holt set Serena Summers down, then sat beside her.

"Eat this, this is delicious." Serena Summers, seeing Adrian Holt’s lack of interest, kept serving him food.

"This is also delicious."

"This nutritious herbal dish is very replenishing; eat more of it."

With those words, the dining table suddenly fell silent.

Edward Selwyn and Vincent Carter turned their gazes towards Adrian Holt, assessing him.

Replenishing his body?

Does Adrian Holt’s physique need it?

Could it be that he developed some unseen ailments in the two years they hadn’t seen each other?

Vincent Carter’s expression grew even more complex as he patted Adrian Holt’s shoulder, "If you’re not feeling up to par, I do have some medicinal herbs."

Indeed, concerning our younger sister’s lifelong happiness, we can’t be careless!

Adrian Holt’s eating hand paused slightly, he nonchalantly brushed off the hand that was on his shoulder, his eyes clearly showing disdain.

"Not necessary."

Vincent Carter sheepishly touched his nose, looking grievously at his junior sister.

However, his junior sister’s gaze seemed glued onto Adrian Holt, not sparing him even a fraction of her attention.

Vincent Carter: "..."

I’m the clown here.

After finishing the meal, Serena Summers took a car out of Edward Selwyn’s garage and set out with Adrian Holt.

As she entered the car, a dark figure pressed towards her.

Her hand paused while fastening the seatbelt; lifting her eyes, she met a pair of dangerously alluring eyes.

"I’m not up to the mark? Huh?"

Adrian Holt’s rigid arm pressed against the car door, leaning in close, his breath hot on Serena Summers’ cheek as he spoke, ineffably provocative.

Serena Summers’s long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling inexplicably guilty. "You, can you do it? How would I know?"

Adrian Holt was startled, then reached out to lift her chin and kissed her.

To the outside, he appeared cool and self-contained, but his thin lips were warm as they pressed against hers without explanation.

They moved across her lips, licking, his tongue prying open her teeth and entwining with her lips and tongue.

A deep, grating voice dissipated between their lips and teeth, "Can I or can’t I? Let’s find out."

The hand holding her jaw slowly moved up, the rough fingertips gently stroking her cheek, trapping her in an irrefutable posture on the passenger seat.

Serena, held by him, felt her breaths become scorching, surrendering as he advanced.

A warm hand slid under the hem of her blouse, clasped her waist, caressed her back, and eventually reached the hooks of her bra.

Although it was his first time unhooking such a clasp in his memory, his technique was surprisingly proficient.

Serena noticed his actions and suddenly came to her senses, pushing against his chest, "Serious matters first."

Adrian Holt’s hand paused briefly, lifting his lips from her neck; his dark and profound eyes were brimming with undisguised desire.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a blazing fire burning fiercely, carrying a dangerous aura as if it could devour everything.

Serena was all too familiar with that look; she timidly glanced down and quickly averted her gaze as if burned.

Following her line of sight, Adrian Holt released her, leaning back in the driver’s seat.

The heavy breathing in the car was noticeably distinct, carrying an indescribable restraint and endurance.

Having learned her lesson, Serena pursed her lips, trying to minimize her presence, resembling a tiny quail.

Seeing this, Adrian Holt couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Hearing the low, husky laughter of the man, Serena glared at him irritably, "Close your eyes."

"Hm?" Adrian Holt looked at her, puzzled.

The desire in his eyes hadn’t completely faded, the pitch-black pupils shimmering with tiny specks of light, like the dazzling stars on a summer night, captivatingly mesmerizing.

Serena’s cheeks flushed, repeating, "You, close your eyes."

Adrian Holt stared at her and then, as if enlightened, obediently closed his eyes.

It wasn’t to avoid suspicion, but because...he was on the verge of exploding.

Even just seeing a glimpse of her pale and slender waist could make him lose control, fearing he’d behave like a beast.

Seeing Adrian Holt had closed his eyes, Serena impatiently waved her hand in front of him to make sure.

Before she could retract her hand, it was accurately grasped by the man.

"You’re cheating! Didn’t I tell you to close your eyes!" Serena, infuriated, wanted to hit him, but alas, given the disparity in strength between men and women, even though he was barely exerting any force holding her wrist, she couldn’t break free.

"There’s light outside," Adrian Holt suddenly spoke, then closed his eyes again.

The implication was, even if he wasn’t looking, as long as he wasn’t blind, he could feel something waving in front of him.

Realizing she had misjudged him, Serena blinked in embarrassment, withdrew her hand, and quickly reached under her blouse to re-fasten her bra hook.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

Adrian Holt did as told, muttered to sit tight, then started the engine and drove away from the villa.

Twenty minutes later, Adrian Holt parked the car in front of an alley and followed Serena out of the car into a courtyard house.

"Great Master, Master, I’ve come to see you!"

As soon as she entered, Serena couldn’t help but shout into the house, pulling Adrian Holt further inside.