Chapter 330: He Waited for Her for Twenty-Seven Years, and She Told Him It Was Too Fast?

In the end, Serena did put on the white dress and prepared Adrian's outfit before emerging from the closet.

Adrian had already made breakfast and set it on the table.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at her. "Come here."

Serena obediently walked over.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lips. "So obedient. Let's eat."

Serena fell silent.

So why exactly had he called her over?

During breakfast, Serena hesitated several times, words reaching her lips before she swallowed them back.

"Say what you want to say."

Serena set down her utensils, looking at him carefully. "Adrian, about us getting the certificate—could you not mention it yet?"

Adrian didn't get angry, only asking, "Why?"

"It's nothing, just... it feels too fast. I haven't adjusted yet."

Adrian gave her a meaningful look.

He'd waited twenty-seven years for her, and she told him it was too fast?

Only she would think it was fast.

But he still agreed. "Fine, but your adjustment period only lasts until before our wedding. You'd better adapt quickly."

Serena was dumbfounded, asking stupidly, "Wed—wedding?"

"You didn't think getting a certificate was the end of it, did you?"

Serena fell silent.

She really had thought that.

Though even if she and Adrian agreed, the Locke family wouldn't.

Adrian's wedding couldn't possibly be quiet.

She just wasn't mentally prepared, but she wasn't opposed.

She was about to ask when the wedding would be when his phone rang.

Adrian glanced at the caller and didn't answer.

Serena saw the name on the display: Faust.

Wasn't that Elizabeth's brother?

The current president of Carrington Group.

She didn't know why Adrian wasn't answering.

She clearly saw his expression cool when he saw the caller.

Had something happened between Adrian and the Locke family?

As she was thinking, Adrian looked over at her.

Caught off guard by his gaze, Serena wanted to ask, but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.

His business with the Carrington family wasn't hers to manage.

But Adrian volunteered, "At the charity gala, Elizabeth tried to hit you with her car. I stopped all cooperation with the Carrington family."

Serena was shocked, looking at him in disbelief. She hadn't expected this matter really was related to her.

She remembered now—that day when she went to pick up Adrian, Elizabeth's car had indeed been acting strangely.

So she really had been trying to hit her.

Adrian reached out to ruffle her hair. "Don't feel pressured. Carrington Group's methods have gotten dirtier over the years. I was planning to stop working with them anyway. It doesn't have much to do with you.

But the Carrington family might approach you recently. I've arranged for people to protect you discreetly. Just know that, don't be afraid—they won't dare touch you."

Serena suddenly laughed coldly. "Five years ago, they probably didn't think they'd have a day like this..."

Adrian looked at her questioningly.

Serena shook her head. "It's nothing."

After breakfast, they went to the office together.

When they got out of the car, Adrian was still holding her hand.

In the elevator, when they reached Adrian's office floor, Serena forcibly pulled her hand from his.

Adrian stared at her unhappily.

Serena gave him a placating smile.

Before the elevator doors opened, she quickly kissed his cheek. "Don't be mad."

Adrian laughed despite his annoyance. "Fine, I'm not mad. Mrs. Locke, you have half a month to prepare."

Serena fell silent.

What did that mean?

The wedding would be in half a month?

She wanted to ask clearly.

But Adrian had already strode toward his office.

Serena had no choice but to let it go.

She walked into the executive office.

When Tina saw the dress she was wearing, a flash of jealousy mixed with admiration crossed her eyes.

She suppressed it, giving Serena a fake smile. "Serena, the executive office has always required proper dress code. Isn't what you're wearing inappropriate? The CEO will be angry if he sees it."

Serena laughed internally.

This was what Adrian had insisted she wear.

Angry?

Like hell he'd be angry.

She gave Tina an equally fake smile. "Thanks for the reminder."

She didn't say another word.

Tina hadn't expected that reaction and froze for a moment.

Seeing Serena sit down at her desk—

Tina turned again, her eyes constantly sizing her up. "Serena, that dress isn't cheap, right? I remember the authentic ones cost seven figures. Where did you order this knockoff? The quality looks pretty good. Could you share the link..."

Before she finished, Serena's phone rang.

Serena answered directly, acting as if she hadn't heard Tina.

Tina had to swallow her words, planning to ask again after Serena finished her call.

But Serena took her phone and walked out.

As Adrian had predicted, the Carrington family really did approach her.

It was Faust calling.

Faust had personally called Adrian many times, trying to meet him.

Adrian either declined the call or, when he did answer, refused to meet.

Now Faust was calling Serena directly.

Serena could have completely avoided meeting him.

But she decided to go down and meet him anyway.

...

At that moment—

Faust sat in the reception area in Locke Group's first-floor lobby.

His face showed undisguised panic and exhaustion.

Clearly this matter had worn him down completely.

Serena walked over and stood behind him, calling out quietly, "Mr. Carrington, you wanted to see me?"

Her tone was cool and polite.

Faust turned to see her and immediately stood, forcing a smile. "Ms. Rothwell, please sit."

Serena didn't sit. "We don't know each other, and this is my work time. Please just say what you need to say."

Faust took a deep breath and got straight to the point. "I'm here to apologize to Ms. Rothwell on my sister's behalf."

"Why?"

Serena acted as if she knew nothing.

Faust found it hard to say. "A few days ago in the charity gala parking lot, Beth had been drinking... her mind might not have been clear...

But she calmed down in the end and didn't actually harm Ms. Rothwell.

So could Ms. Rothwell please put in a good word for me with Mr. Locke? Or at least let me meet with him?"