Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 16: Want to Take Her Home and Hide Her Away

Chapter 16: Want to Take Her Home and Hide Her Away Editor: Henyee Translations

In contrast to Wren’s composure, emotions churned in Adrian’s dark, deep eyes. What surprised him wasn’t just seeing Wren at the mall; he was even more stunned by her outfit.

A soft, alluring pink, with an elegant floral pattern blooming across it like a watercolor wash. The dress clung to Wren’s graceful curves, a truly pleasing sight.

The neckline was slightly open, and a lace cardigan was draped over the thin straps of the dress, creating an elegance touched with the perfect hint of sexiness.

So she could be this beautiful. Even without any bold colors to adorn her, she was the most dazzling and captivating person in the room.

Adrian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He admitted to himself that he was moved. He was so mesmerized watching her that he didn’t even hear Maya Marshall speaking to him.

"What are you looking at?" Maya Marshall pouted, following his gaze. In an instant, she was stunned.

Is that woman Wren Sutton?

She desperately tried to hide the jealousy and resentment in her eyes, unwilling to admit that in this moment, she had been outshone.

That bitch. Who is she trying to seduce, dressing up like that on purpose?

Unwilling to admit defeat, Maya Marshall’s gaze turned defiant. She tightened her grip on Adrian’s arm, staking her claim, wishing she could paste her entire body onto his.

She wanted to make Wren understand that no matter how alluringly she dressed, she would never steal Adrian away.

Wren coldly averted her gaze.

Although they had made eye contact, she was in no mood to deal with them. She turned around indifferently and started walking away.

Adrian immediately started after her, but Maya Marshall blocked him. "Where are you going?"

He couldn’t be bothered to explain and brushed her hand away. "You go ahead and pick. Buy whatever you like with my card."

For the first time, Adrian left Maya Marshall behind. No matter how she called after him, he didn’t look back.

Maya Marshall’s face fell. Her eyes reddened with anger, and after the initial wave of sorrow, her gaze turned venomous.

Wren Sutton, you think you’re worthy of fighting me for a man? Ha!

...

Wren hadn’t expected Adrian to chase after her; it was quite a surprise. His first words were an accusation that she was being disobedient.

"The doctor told you to rest more at home, but you’re always running around outside. You clearly saw me, so why did you pretend you didn’t?"

People were coming and going at the mall entrance. Wren didn’t want to argue here and attract a crowd. "I’ll go home and rest now."

She turned to leave.

Adrian was infuriated by her cold, distant attitude.

Just that morning at home, she had straightened his tie and seen him off at the door, acting like a gentle and submissive wife. But now that they were outside, she wouldn’t even give him a pleasant look. She was embarrassing him in public.

Adrian grabbed Wren, stopping her from leaving. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, trapping her against him. Through the thin fabric, his broad palm felt the warmth of her body. A floral scent, light and fresh, wafted up to him.

With the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, Adrian’s anger subsided slightly.

Wren’s entire body tensed up. She reacted sharply, struggling to get away. "What are you doing? Let go of me."

There were people all around. He might not care about his reputation, but she certainly did.

Adrian knew she was easily embarrassed, so he led her to a corner, away from the flow of people. His tall figure completely enveloped her. He braced his hands against the wall, leaning down slightly to get closer. Seen from behind, the scene had an indescribable intimacy.

"What are you yelling about? Didn’t you dress up like this to please me?"

Wren really wanted to spit in his face. How can someone be so narcissistic? "I dressed up to please myself."

"Is there a difference?"

"A big one," Wren said resentfully, her face flushing with anger.

But in Adrian’s eyes, it just looked like a woman’s coquettish pout. Her flushed cheeks, the stray strands of hair on her forehead, and the innocently seductive dress she wore made her look like a fairy from The Celestial Realm who had run off to play and was now throwing a tantrum. It was enough to make one’s heart itch with desire.

"Whose idea was it for you to dress like this?"

Wren understood.

Men are visual creatures. Adrian hadn’t chased after her for her sake, but because he was drawn to her dress. He probably wanted to see what it would look like on Maya Marshall instead.

"It has nothing to do with you. Do I need to report to you every time I buy a piece of clothing?"

Hearing her self-righteous tone, Adrian gave a humorless laugh. As his eyes lowered, he unintentionally glanced at her neckline. Her delicate collarbones, her graceful, swan-like neck, the beautiful, full shape of her chest... she was so feminine.

His dark eyes deepened. His mouth suddenly felt dry. He wanted to take her home and hide her away.

Only he was qualified to appreciate her beauty.

"Mrs. Lancaster, I’ve noticed you’ve been getting bolder and bolder lately. Is it because there’s too much money in your account that you feel so unrestrained?"

Wren knew exactly what he meant by that and retorted directly, "I didn’t use your money to buy clothes today."

"I doubt your monthly salary could afford the dress you’re wearing."

Adrian could tell at a glance that the dress Wren was wearing cost no less than fifty thousand, while her monthly salary was twenty-four thousand.

Besides, she had bought more than just the one she was wearing; the total must have been several hundred thousand.

Wren didn’t deny it. "Yes, this dress does cost much more than my salary, but that doesn’t prove I used your money to buy it."

Adrian couldn’t help but lean closer, his eyes fixed on her lips. "If you didn’t use my money, then whose did you use?"

"My best friend’s," Wren said, her tone proud.

Isla Griffith again!

Adrian Lancaster frowned. "Do I not give you money, or not give you enough? To think you’d use her money to buy clothes."

Wren couldn’t take it anymore. "Adrian Lancaster, are you ever going to stop? No matter what, you’re always right. It’s wrong if I spend your money, and it’s wrong if I don’t. What exactly do you want from me?"

Adrian’s expression was dark and unreadable.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to let Wren spend money. After they married, he gave her a black card with no credit limit and never asked how much she spent.

Although he didn’t love Wren, he had never wronged her when it came to money or material possessions.

He felt that, for a man, he had done enough.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the sounds of a fierce argument and crying from inside the mall.

"Maya!"

Adrian’s expression changed instantly. Certain he hadn’t misheard, he immediately let go of Wren and rushed back inside.

Wren heard it too. It sounded like Maya Marshall had been hit.

The words "serves her right" were on the tip of her tongue, but before she could say them, a thought suddenly struck her.

Oh no, it might be Isla!

It wasn’t that she felt sorry for Maya Marshall; she was worried that Adrian, in his anger, would make trouble for her best friend.

Wren could no longer remain calm. She walked back into the mall with a panicked expression.

The scene in the jewelry section was chaotic, with a large crowd of onlookers.

Isla Griffith had grabbed Maya Marshall by the hair. Intent only on avenging her best friend, she showed no mercy, her words just as sharp as her actions.

"You shameless homewrecker! You ruin other people’s relationships and still have the nerve to go shopping? How many times did you have to sleep around to earn this money? Aren’t you disgusted with yourself?"

Maya Marshall’s scalp was numb with pain. Unwilling to back down, she reached out to scratch Isla Griffith’s face. The two of them refused to yield, wrestling and grappling with each other.

Isla Griffith’s face was nearly scratched. Enraged, she gave a vicious shove. Unable to dodge in time, Maya Marshall stumbled and hit the corner of a counter.

Instantly, blood began to trickle slowly down her forehead.

Maya Marshall shrieked, her face twisting in a mixture of terror and fury. "How dare you hit me? You’re dead."

Isla Griffith was not afraid. She looked down at her imperiously. "This is the price you pay for being a homewrecker. I’ll beat you every time I see you."

"You dare!"

A sudden, menacing warning boomed like a clap of thunder, cold and filled with malice.

Adrian’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, chilling everyone to the bone. The crowd of onlookers automatically parted. He stepped forward and helped the fallen Maya Marshall to her feet, his heart aching as he wiped the blood from her forehead. "I’m sorry, I’m late."

Maya Marshall burst into heart-wrenching sobs and threw herself into his arms. "Adrian, it hurts so much. She started it. You have to stand up for me." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Don’t worry. I won’t let you bleed for nothing."