"Adrian, what makes you think I would want to marry you now?"
"I don't want to see you again. I'm here today to take back what I used to have."
Adrian looked stunned for a few seconds. I had always appeared gentle before him, never speaking to him in such a tone.
I walked straight out, but Adrian quickly caught up.
Before I could turn back, he had already pinned me tightly in his arms.
His tone was slightly angry.
"Emma, only I can say we're breaking up. We will get married."
"I will explain to the media that you and Ace are best friends. You went to prison three years ago to protect her, accidentally killing someone. This way, you'll appear in the public eye positively."
Looking around at the European-style decorations Ace preferred, I muttered,
"Adrian, your company is expanding its financing, right?"
Before I went to prison, Adrian was already known as a business prodigy.
Now, he was just one step away from becoming a top figure in Riverley.
My positive image in the public eye would benefit him and his company.
The devoted Mr. Andrews waited for his fiancée who went to prison in 3 years, how touching.
"Adrian, did you ever think about your beloved Ace when you decided to marry me?"
"I'll arrange it."
As soon as Adrian's voice fell, we heard the sound of a plate dropping outside the door.
Ace said, "I thought of bringing you some milk to help you sleep. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
"Adrian, are you going to abandon me?"
Adrian carefully supported the almost fainting Ace and gently said,
"I'll take you back to your room."
I heard Ace's intermittent crying and Adrian's comforting words from her room and couldn't help but cover my ears.
Why didn't I notice before that this house had such poor sound insulation.
"Adrian, I'm pregnant with your child."
I couldn't help but smirk. If I remember correctly, three years ago, Adrian's premarital examination report stated infertile.
When Adrian returned, he found his room completely trashed by me.
He hugged me from behind like a madman, shouting my name passionately and forcibly occupying me.
I stared at the ceiling in despair, thinking that with Ace being unwell, he must have mistaken me for her.
It was always like this. Every time he came back from Ace, he would violently make love to me, then use the gentlest tone to coax me, even doing things to please me.
Afterward, his tone softened, and there was even a trace of tenderness in his gaze.