Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 363: Haven’t Had Enough to Eat Yet

Serena Summers’s lips twitched slightly. Why do I have to choose? Can’t I have it all?

Her clear amber eyes spun, a hint of cunning flashing through them.

Adrian Holt was staring at her intently, without blinking an eye. Seeing the change in her expression, he immediately guessed that the girl was concocting a cunning plan in her mind.

However, he did not stop her; he wanted to see what Serena Summers was really up to.

The next second, Serena Summers suddenly leaned in and kissed his lips, so unexpectedly that he was completely unprepared.

Feeling the softness and sweetness from her lips, all of Adrian Holt’s restraint collapsed, and he immediately pulled her closer by the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Serena Summers responded actively, getting utterly lost in his kiss.

Mr. White had discreetly left at some point, and Brandon Reese had already gone upstairs to fetch some documents.

The entire living room was so quiet it was eerie, with only the intertwining breaths and untamed heartbeat sounds left to echo in their ears.

Adrian Holt’s eyes slowly closed as he savored her loveliness. But the next second, he felt an emptiness in his palm.

He abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Serena Summers winking mischievously at him.

The cake box that had been in his hand was now in hers.

Serena Summers waved the cake box in front of Adrian Holt, boasting proudly, "Choices are for children. Adults, of course, take everything."

Adrian Holt rubbed his brows helplessly, letting her open the cake box to taste.

"Mmm, delicious!" With every bite, Serena Summers nodded incessantly, her fair and luminous little feet kicking, signaling her inner joy.

Seeing her focus all her attention on the cake, completely ignoring him, Adrian Holt felt an unpleasant sensation in his heart.

He leaning in close, whispered softly, "Didn’t you want everything? Haven’t you forgotten something?"

Serena Summers paused with her fork, spearing a piece loaded with cream and bringing it to his lips, "Here, you try."

Adrian Holt looked down at the creamy white frosting, thinking to himself, was this really what he wanted?

But then, better something than nothing, he mused...

He parted his lips slightly and bit into it, the sickeningly sweet cream mixed with the fragrance of strawberries spreading over his taste buds.

To him, it was almost too sweet.

But meeting Serena Summers’s expectant eyes, he couldn’t help but nod, "Delicious."

Serena Summers could clearly see his reluctance. She hummed softly, retracting her fork, "I won’t trouble you then, I’ll eat it myself."

Adrian Holt’s gaze fell on Serena Summers’s fair cheeks.

Her cheeks puffed out slightly with her chewing actions, and her lips were tinged with a dab of milky white cream.

Serena Summers was oblivious to all this, her tongue flicking quickly over her cherry lips and disappearing again.

Adrian Holt struggled to look away, the veins on his forehead standing out more prominently from the effort to contain himself.

He had miscalculated; he intended to cheer her up, but now she was the happy one, leaving him alone to endure the torment.

In the end, unable to bear it any longer, Adrian Holt snatched the cake from Serena Summers’s hands and carelessly threw it onto the coffee table.

Serena Summers exclaimed in surprise, before she could react, she found herself lifted into the air.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Adrian Holt’s neck, stabilizing herself, "What are you doing? I haven’t finished eating."

"You’ve eaten enough for tonight, you can have the rest tomorrow."

"But I’m not satisfied yet." Serena Summers glared at him discontentedly, feeling incredibly wronged inside.

Adrian Holt’s jaw was tight as he held her closer, striding towards the staircase.

When Brandon Reese and the butler came out of the study, they happened upon Adrian Holt carrying Serena Summers, preparing to head back to the bedroom.

The two exchanged a look and tactfully stepped aside, allowing Adrian Holt to pass first.

After Adrian Holt had walked away, Brandon Reese laughed with a suggestive smile, "It seems that the master and the lady’s affection is progressing rapidly. Maybe there will be a young master joining us soon."

"That would be wonderful. The old master has been looking forward to having a little great-grandson. Unfortunately, the eldest son is too busy with his career and the youngest knows only how to play."

Only the second son is reliable. Just like how he brought Serena Summers home without a second thought.

Before that day, the entire Shaw Family was worried about his marriage, thinking that with his cool disposition, finding a suitable wife would be difficult.

"I think it’s because he stayed abroad for two years and has been holding back for too long," Brandon Reese teased.

Mr. White chuckled and gave Brandon Reese a sidelong glance, "Only you would dare to make such jokes about the second master. Anyone else would probably have been fired by now."

Brandon Reese smiled, his face unabashedly proud, "Of course, haven’t you seen how many years I’ve been with the master?"

In the room.

Adrian Holt gently laid Serena Summers down on the soft bed and then pressed down upon her.

Her pale, snow-like cheeks instantly blushed, and just as she was about to say something, her lips were sealed by his.

A tingling sensation came from where their lips met, like a current of electricity swiftly traversing through her, reaching every limb.

Not until she was out of breath did Adrian Holt lift his lips from hers.

Their bodies were tightly pressed together, soft against stiff, fitting perfectly.

Serena Summers could vividly feel the burning heat emanating from his body.

She couldn’t muster any strength throughout her body, and she glared at him severely with her lustrous eyes.

Adrian Holt chuckled and nuzzled her nose, whispering in her ear, "Has it finished?"

"What?" Serena Summers feigned ignorance, curious to hear what he would say.

Adrian Holt’s ears, hidden beneath thick hair, turned faintly red, "You know... that thing."

"I don’t understand."

Serena Summers blinked her innocent eyes at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Realizing he was being tricked, Adrian Holt reached out to tickle her, "Oh, you dare to play tricks on me?"

Serena Summers hurriedly tried to block his hand, but he was too quick, and his distinct fingers touched her even through the fabric.

At first, she managed to hold back, but soon she couldn’t help but burst into giggles.

In the end, she surrendered, looking at him with tears in her eyes, "I was wrong, I’ll stop, I’ll stop... "

Her cheeks were like ripened fruit, vibrantly luscious, exuding an irresistible sweetness that tempted one to take a bite.

Adrian Holt endured the urge, but still couldn’t help himself; he bit her tender cheek as a punishment.

Serena Summers’s eyes widened suddenly, like a startled deer in the forest, innocent and bewildered.

Adrian Holt sighed deeply, his large hand cradling the back of her head, burying her face into his chest.

It took a while before he managed to suppress the agitation within him, the tense veins on his forehead slowly easing.

He let go of Serena Summers and rolled off the bed to walk towards the bathroom.

If he continued to stay, he wasn’t sure if he could control himself.

When will this ascetic life end?

Watching his back as if he was fleeing the scene, Serena Summers couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.