Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 364: Lips Were Bitten Through the Skin

The next morning, Serena Summers woke up early, incessantly thinking about the half-eaten mini cake she hadn’t finished.

Seeing the man next to her with his eyes tightly shut still sleeping, a joy sprouted in Serena’s heart, and she quietly moved his hand away, trying to sneak out of bed.

However, as soon as she moved, the deeply sleeping man suddenly placed his hand back on her waist.

This time, he held her even tighter than before.

Serena Summers: "..."

For a moment, she couldn’t tell whether he was really asleep or pretending.

She pushed against Adrian Holt’s chest angrily and resigned herself to lie back down, and before long, she fell asleep again.

Thus, she missed the slight upward curl of the man’s lips.

Feeling the faint and steady breathing coming from his arms, Adrian Holt suddenly opened his eyes, his dark and deep eyes filled with amusement.

"The cake... delicious..."

At this moment, a murmur in his arms suddenly came through, her cherry-red lips parting slightly, continuously smacking.

Is it that delicious? Even dreaming about it?

Adrian Holt couldn’t help but laugh softly, lowering his head to kiss her lips gently.

Immersed in deep sleep, Serena Summers dreamed that she was eating a soft cake, eagerly biting down.

But the taste was somewhat different from the creamy sweetness she imagined, it was a very familiar crisp aroma.

"Hiss..."

Pain shot through her lips, and Adrian Holt inhaled sharply, his eyes suddenly darkening.

Fortunately, Serena quickly released his lip, turned over in his arms, and fell deeply asleep once again.

Adrian Holt noticed the changes in his body and couldn’t help but curse softly.

He raised his hand to touch his lip, discovering it was bitten and broken by Serena.

A hint of a rusty metallic taste spread between his lips and teeth, showing just how hard she had bitten.

On the other hand, the culprit who made him look like this... was sleeping soundly, occasionally smacking her lips, a look of contentment on her face.

A deep sigh echoed in the vast room, quickly dissipating.

When Serena Summers woke up, the sky outside was already bright, streams of light spilled in through the half-closed curtains onto her.

She lazily stretched, realizing that the space beside her was now empty.

It was only when a maid came to knock on the door did Serena slowly crawl out of bed.

The maid kept standing outside waiting for her, and as soon as she came out, she immediately asked, "Young Madam, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now or wait a bit?"

Slipping her feet into her slippers, Serena paused upon hearing this and responded, "Let’s eat now and, by the way, bring out the cake Adrian bought last night."

"Right away." The maid smiled and walked into the kitchen, bringing out the warmed dishes.

Serena lowered her gaze to eat her breakfast, occasionally glancing at the little cake.

Though she could not taste it, it seemed as if the fragrance had already seeped into her nostrils, making her meal distractingly delightful.

After breakfast, unable to wait any longer, Serena eagerly opened the cake box, ready to start eating.

But just as she had eaten halfway, Sister Green hurriedly walked in from outside, her face filled with urgency and panic.

"Sister Green, what happened? Don’t rush, take it slow."

Panting, Sister Green pointed towards the door, "Young Madam, there’s a man outside claiming to be your father, looking for you."

"Henry Summers? He’s back in the country?" Serena Summers was surprised for a moment, then quickly calmed down, "Go tell him, I’m not available."

"Okay, I’ll go right away." As Sister Green finished speaking, a noisy commotion could be heard from outside the door.

"Let me in, your Young Madam is my biological daughter! Is this how you treat family?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Serena Summers’ expression turned cold, and she walked towards the living room door, "Let him in."

She was curious to see, what exactly Henry Summers was plotting.

Seeing Serena Summers relent, Henry Summers felt a surge of joy, forcibly pushed away the servants blocking him, and strode in.

"See? Your Young Madam let me in. What right do you lower-class people have to stop me?"

Upon hearing the words "lower-class people", the faces of the servants immediately turned ugly.

Although of low status, they earned their money through skills, without stealing or robbing. Did they deserve to be humiliated?

Serena Summers looked at him coldly and said in a low voice to the servants: "You all go get busy, don’t bother with him."

After seeing Henry Summers’ appearance clearly, she paused for a moment, then a mocking curve formed on her lips.

The Henry Summers in front of her was a mess, wearing a washed-out white T-shirt, and pants that were clearly too large.

His hair showed signs of being trimmed, but it also revealed a face that looked more than a decade older.

Two years ago, Henry Summers was handsome and well-maintained, though not a good person, but at least he looked neat and proper.

He even had the air of a successful person.

But now, his eyes no longer had any brightness, only endless vicissitudes, one could even say woeful.

"What are you doing here?"

Henry Summers scanned Serena Summers up and down, feeling inwardly emotional.

In just two years, this daughter he once looked down upon had become a superior person.

Someone he could only look up to now.

He smiled at Serena Summers, "Of course, I came to see my daughter."

"Isn’t your daughter Grace Summers? She is not with the Shaw Family." Serena Summers crossed her arms, looking at him leisurely.

Caught by her words, Henry Summers choked, scoffed, "Serena Summers, you should thank me. If I hadn’t sent you to the Shaw Family to ward off bad luck, how could you be living this comfortable life now?"

Serena Summers laughed too, laughed at his shamelessness.

"Mr. Summers, when I heard my husband didn’t have much time left, you pushed me forward. Now that I’m doing well, you say it’s your doing? Where’s your shame?"

Even if she hadn’t married into the Shaw Family, she could still live well.

Moreover, if he hadn’t recognized Lucas Shaw early on, with Lucas’s cold nature, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage.

"I don’t care, all the benefits have fallen into your hands. If it weren’t for you, it would’ve been Grace marrying into the family. You owe me compensation!"

Henry Summers had been struggling at the bottom in Country C for two years, and had long lost any sense of shame.

"Oh? So you’re here for the money?"

Henry Summers burst into laughter, "You’ve got some sense. If you give the money, this matter can be settled. If you refuse, I’ll personally go and talk to Master Shaw and let everything return to how it should be."

Serena Summers looked at him without any expression, "What do you mean ’return to how it should be’? Making Lucas Shaw divorce me and marry Grace Summers?"

"Of course, our Grace is beautiful and knows best how to appeal to men. Mr. Lucas Shaw will definitely like her. Unlike you... cold-hearted, your conscience must have been eaten by a dog."

Not only Serena Summers, but even the servants eavesdropping quietly on the side were stunned by his words.

How could there be such a shameless person in the world?