Chapter 328: Were You Really Unwilling to Marry Me Before?

Chapter 328: Were You Really Unwilling to Marry Me Before?

Even though it was already evening.

When they arrived at City Hall and saw the bright, empty lobby with only staff present, Serena had to marvel at the power of wealth.

The registration process was quick and smooth.

The moment she and Adrian walked out of City Hall holding their marriage certificate, her legs felt weak, the whole thing surreal.

Adrian noticed her distraction and took her hand. "Careful. Don't trip."

Serena silently followed him.

On the way home, Adrian held both certificates without putting them away.

Serena sat beside him, her eyes repeatedly drifting to those two booklets.

Adrian explained, "You're so scatterbrained. I'll keep the marriage certificates. I'll hold onto them."

Serena made a sound of agreement, not daring to meet his eyes, looking away.

But before long, her gaze drifted back to the certificates...

Adrian observed her expression discreetly. She didn't seem unwilling to marry him at all...

He'd been too soft before, always wanting to respect her wishes.

He'd been wrong.

He should have kept her by his side. Then she'd behave.

When they got home, it was already after nine.

Adrian had a call to take and went to his study.

Serena finally got her chance. Seeing the marriage certificate on the table, she walked over and carefully opened it.

Looking at the photo of her and Adrian leaning close together, seeing their names side by side, an indescribable emotion filled her heart.

Even at this moment, with the certificate already in hand, it all felt unreal, like a dream.

She reached out, carefully touching the photo of her and Adrian, tracing their names...

After a while, she remembered to take a photo with her phone.

When Adrian emerged from the study, he found her smiling as she took pictures.

In that moment, he suddenly felt that all the frustrating things didn't matter anymore.

He walked over silently and crouched beside her. "Serena, there's something I really want to ask you."

The sudden voice startled Serena. She fell back onto the carpet.

Adrian crouched before her, his gaze intense. "Before—did you really not want to marry me?"

Serena couldn't speak. She swallowed, instinctively wanting to look away.

"Don't hide. Tell me."

Adrian's tone was low, carrying undeniable pressure.

Serena snuck another glance at the marriage certificate. "We're already married. Why are you still asking?"

"Yes, we're already married. And you still won't tell the truth?"

Serena was speechless.

Fortunately, Adrian didn't press further.

He extended his hand to her.

Serena hesitated a moment before placing her hand in his.

He pulled her up from the floor.

The next second, she was pressed onto the sofa.

He kissed her fiercely, his warm lips burning hot.

Serena froze for an instant, her hands at her sides clenching and releasing, before finally wrapping around his lean, strong waist.

Adrian kissed her hungrily, carrying her to the bedroom.

Just as he was about to lay her on the bed—

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to shower first."

She still had traces of Stuart on her. She felt disgusted.

"Alright. Together."

Adrian agreed readily, carrying her straight to the bathroom.

That shower lasted from after nine until nearly midnight.

When Adrian carried her out, clean and fresh, and laid her on the bed, Serena was boneless, unable to summon any strength.

She nestled softly in his embrace.

Adrian felt her softness.

Even after having her thoroughly in the bathroom, he still felt unsatisfied.

He lifted her chin, nibbling her lips. "Serena, it's not even midnight yet."

"So?"

She asked drowsily, unable to keep her eyes open.

She adjusted her position in his arms, pillowing on his arm, and continued sleeping.

Adrian looked at her soft, obedient form. He really couldn't resist, kissing her face again, her neck, caressing her full, snow-white breasts...

Poor Serena had erotic dreams all night.

Adrian had no sleepiness at all.

Finally, he took another cold shower to cool the fire in his body.

He took his phone to the balcony.

It was already past one in the morning.

Jake had just returned home from the hospital.

He'd taken Stuart there.

Stuart's parents had rushed over. Seeing their son beaten like that, they were stunned.

Juliana Mole cursed furiously, vowing to make whoever hurt her son pay.

Francis Mole sensed something was off. In New Valley, even among wealthy heirs, knowing Stuart's identity, no one would dare touch him.

But Stuart had been beaten this badly, and Jake had personally taken him to the hospital. Francis knew something was wrong.

He slapped Juliana across the face. "This is the son you raised. If you hadn't spoiled him without limits, he wouldn't be like this today."

Then Francis and Jake stepped outside to talk.

Jake casually described what happened that evening. But the more casual he was, the more Francis's heart raced.

That brat—of all people to offend, he had to offend Adrian.

Francis had been hoping for a promotion. He couldn't let Stuart destroy his life's work.

Disregarding his son's injuries, he assured Jake repeatedly that he'd send Stuart abroad tonight and never let him return.

As for Adrian?

Who would dare cause him trouble?

Jake was satisfied with Francis's sense. When he got home, it was nearly one o'clock. He'd just fallen asleep.

Then Adrian's call came through.

"I got married."

Adrian's voice on the other end was jubilant, showing off.

Jake, just woken from sleep, mumbled drowsily, "So... want to grab a drink?"

"No. My wife is sleeping."

Jake: "Then you're calling in the middle of the night to... just brag?"