Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 35 - You Should Have Confidence in Your Husband

He encircled Serena Summers’ shoulders, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, and his thin lips parted to speak, “If you don’t want to work, go submit your resignation to HR.”

After saying that, he didn’t look back as he hugged Serena Summers into the CEO’s office.

Watching the door close slowly, Luna White was struck as if by thunder.

Her legs gave out, and she fell heavily to the floor, her eyes full of shock and confusion.

Why?

Why did it turn out this way?

She was sure she had a winning hand.

She hastily wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and pressed her phone to make a call, “Hello, check out who this Serena Summers really is for me.”

“Don’t ask so many questions, just do it!”

The woman’s shrill voice echoed down the empty hallway, jarring and angry.

…

Inside the CEO’s office.

Lucas Shaw sat on the sofa, looking at the girl opposite him with crimson-rimmed eyes, “Tell me what happened just now.”

Serena Summers tilted her head, pretending to be innocent, “What are you talking about, honey?

I don’t know anything!”

Lucas Shaw clicked his tongue, his long, fair fingers tapping gently on his crossed legs, his movements lazy and casual, portraying a sense of nonchalance, yet exuding a powerful oppression.

“Was that scene earlier something you deliberately performed for me?

At such a young age, where did you learn these tricks?”

Serena Summers pursed her lips, her pale, jade-like face filled with grievance, “Your wife is being bullied, and you are questioning me!”

Lucas Shaw: “…”

He frowned slightly, got up, and sat next to Serena Summers, seeing that she was genuinely upset, a sense of powerlessness suddenly emerged in his heart.

He lifted his hand, his rough fingertips gently wiping the red corners of Serena Summers’ eyes, his tone took on a gentler edge, “You’ve been wronged?”

“What do you think!”

Serena Summers looked up, her eyes still teeming with tears, “It was clearly her who provoked me first!

If not for my quick wit, even a hundred mouths could not have cleared my name today!”

With that, Serena Summers proudly puffed out her small chest, boasting, “When it comes to acting, I’m professional!

She’s no match for me at all!”

Even if Lucas Shaw hadn’t arrived in time today, she could have turned the tide on her own!

Lucas Shaw’s eyes hardened slightly, he remained silent, but his gaze radiated with a cold sharpness.

He gently wiped away the tears from Serena Summers’ cheeks, his voice deep, “You mustn’t cry anymore in the future.

Not even pretending.”

Seeing Serena Summers’ tears dropping in that instant, Lucas Shaw felt a profound sense of sour pain.

It was a different kind of pain from poison.

His heart felt like it was soaking in a jar of brewed sour plum wine.

Sour and astringent, yet with an indescribable sweetness.

He looked at Serena Summers, his dark eyes shimmering with a faint glow, “Serena Summers, in the future you can tell me about these kinds of things, and I’ll handle them.”

His little girl was pure-hearted; he couldn’t let her dirty her hands.

He married Serena Summers to protect her better, not to let her be wronged.

Serena Summers tilted her head, asking in astonishment, “Do you really trust me?”

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As soon as she finished speaking, her forehead was thumped twice with a knuckle-crack.

She winced in pain, leaning back to avoid the man’s hand, and glared at the man in front of her with a face full of accusation.

Then she heard him “tsk,” his tone full of disdain, “Idiot.

You’re my wife, and she’s just a stranger.

Would I be so foolish as to trust a stranger over my wife?”

Lucas Shaw stretched out his arm, pulling her back into his embrace, and lightly kissed the top of the girl’s head with his thin lips, whispering softly, “Serena Summers, you should have confidence in your husband.”

Serena Summers blinked her eyes, suddenly feeling a surge of joy and delight in her heart.

Is this what it feels like to be trusted?

It feels…

not bad at all!

The corners of Serena Summers’s mouth curled up, and her gloomy mood instantly improved.

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly lifted her head from the man’s embrace, “Honey, weren’t you in a meeting?”

Lucas Shaw: “I came back to get something.

You stay in the office now, someone will bring you snacks and milk tea later.”

After saying that, Lucas Shaw stood up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Lucas Shaw affectionately ruffled Serena Summers’s fluffy hair.

Watching her hair turn into a bird’s nest, Lucas Shaw’s lips curved slightly, and he withdrew his hand inconspicuously.

After Lucas Shaw left, Serena Summers started looking around the president’s office.

This office was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

The room was spacious, but the furnishings were very simple.

It could even be described as monotonous.

The overall tone was a simple black and white style, with two paintings hanging on the pristine white walls.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

There was a black desk with two thick stacks of files on top, and behind it was a bookshelf.

The grey and white sofa and coffee table were probably some of the few brightly colored pieces of furniture here.

It was indeed Lucas Shaw’s style.

Just then, the door was suddenly knocked from outside.

A man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, walked in, carrying several bags that didn’t quite match his demeanor.

It was the milk tea and snacks.

“Hello, ma’am.

I’m the president’s assistant, Brandon Reese.

You can call me Assistant Reese.”

Serena Summers looked at the man in front of her seriously, feeling he looked somewhat familiar.

Seemingly noticing the confusion in Serena Summers’ eyes, Brandon Reese explained, “Ma’am, the day you and Mr.

Shaw registered your marriage, I was the one who delivered the documents.”

“Oh, it was you!” Serena Summers exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

She had been so sleepy and hungry at the time; she hadn’t noticed anyone other than Lucas Shaw.

Therefore, she had not recognized Brandon Reese just now.

She scratched her head somewhat embarrassingly and apologized.

Brandon Reese waved his hand quickly, placing the items on the coffee table and quietly said to Serena Summers, “Mr.

Shaw is in a meeting.

Ma’am, you can contact me for anything you need.”

As he finished speaking, his gaze paused for a moment on Serena Summers’ slightly disheveled hair, holding back a laugh with a few coughs.

He pursed his lips, giving a tactful reminder, “Ma’am, that’s the president’s resting room over there, which has a restroom.

You can go fix your hair.”

Hair?

Serena Summers looked confused, reached up to touch it, and was immediately stunned.

“Lucas Shaw!!!”

Serena Summers bit her lip, a hint of embarrassed anger crawling onto her porcelain white face.

Covering her face, she hurriedly ran to the restroom.

Ying~

She was too embarrassed to face anyone!