Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 121: It Shows Your Husband Has Charm

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: It Shows Your Husband Has Charm

Sylvia Lane gritted her teeth in secret.

In fact, she intentionally chose this seat.

She clearly knew where Lucas Shaw would dine, so she sat here.

If she stood up now, it would only confirm that she lacked manners.

No!

She couldn’t stand up.

Sylvia Lane’s lips slowly curled into a shallow smile as she whispered to Serena Summers, "Miss Summers, I haven’t seen Brother Lucas for a long time and would like to catch up with him. You wouldn’t mind, would you?"

If Serena Summers had any sense, she should know that this was not the time to be petty.

Men prefer women who are gentle and generous.

Constantly being jealous and spiteful would only lead to being disliked by others.

Sylvia Lane confidently tossed her hair.

However, in the next second, Serena Summers’s crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and Sylvia Lane was momentarily stunned.

"I am sorry, but I do mind."

Serena Summers snorted lightly and said coldly, "I’m quite petty, something that Mrs. Shaw and Miss Shaw can attest to."

"Miss Summers, could there be a misunderstanding? I simply wish to reminisce with Brother Lucas," Sylvia Lane suppressed the fury in her heart and squeezed out a faint smile.

"I disagree," Serena Summers huffed lightly, her willfulness and capriciousness pushed to the limit.

Sylvia Lane widened her eyes in astonishment.

She hadn’t expected Serena Summers to reject her so bluntly without any consideration.

Sylvia Lane clenched her teeth in the dark, her eyes flashing with a hint of mockery and disdain as she looked at Serena Summers.

She’s indeed from the countryside, not even understanding the most basic manners.

She really couldn’t fathom how Lucas Shaw could fancy someone as uncouth and unrefined as Serena Summers.

"Brother Lucas..." Sylvia Lane bit her teeth and then looked at Lucas Shaw with a pleading gaze.

However, Lucas Shaw’s expression remained indifferent, his deep eyes intently focused on Serena Summers, without sparing Sylvia Lane a glance.

"Husband, I am hungry!"

As Sylvia Lane stood there motionless, Serena Summers became somewhat impatient.

She reached out and tugged on Lucas Shaw’s sleeve, murmuring coquettishly, "My legs are getting sore from standing. Give them a rub, please."

Lucas Shaw’s gaze slowly lowered, landing on the girl’s slender and smooth calves, pausing slightly.

Under the incredulous stares of everyone, he slowly bent down and lifted Serena Summers by the waist.

Placing Serena Summers in a nearby empty chair, Lucas Shaw slowly squatted down.

His palm gently grasped the girl’s slender ankle.

"Does it hurt?"

The man’s broad palm, carrying a hint of coolness, made Serena Summers’ cheeks slowly flush with redness.

She shyly retracted her foot, but Lucas Shaw did not allow her the chance to pull back.

"Don’t move, let me rub it for you."

Lucas Shaw bowed his head, his black and profound eyes filled with seriousness.

Serena Summers’ heart skipped a beat.

Blushing, she explained, "It... it doesn’t really hurt."

More precisely, it didn’t hurt at all.

She had only invented an excuse to stop the entanglement with Sylvia Lane.

She never expected Lucas Shaw to take it seriously.

"It’s alright then. Remember to tell me right away if you feel uncomfortable anywhere."

"Okay."

Sylvia Lane looked on in shock at the scene before her.

Was this really the Lucas Shaw she knew?

The Lucas Shaw in her memory was aloof by nature, unapproachable.

Under that handsome and matchless face lay a soul as cold as ice.

Before going abroad, Sylvia Lane had sought countless excuses to approach Lucas Shaw, but never succeeded even once.

Even later, she had cast aside all shame, stripped bare to seduce Lucas Shaw, but he remained unmoved.

Sylvia Lane still vividly remembers that night three years ago.

Standing before Lucas Shaw, she stripped off her clothes one by one, revealing her sexy and exquisite curves and her pale skin.

Lucas Shaw’s deep-set eyes had not even the slightest ripple of emotion as if he was looking at an inanimate object.

For someone as proud as Sylvia Lane, it was an endless humiliation.

She had originally thought that Lucas Shaw treated everyone with the same indifference.

What she couldn’t have, neither could anyone else.

However, to her surprise, Lucas Shaw suddenly brought Serena Summers back to the Shaw Family home and married her.

The moment she heard the news, Sylvia Lane felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Everyone at the dining table had different expressions, each harboring their own thoughts.

Sylvia Lane’s face alternated between pale and flushed, her hands under the table clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh without her noticing.

Lucas Shaw served some food into her bowl and then slowly stood up, walking in Sylvia Lane’s direction.

As Lucas Shaw’s tall and straight figure drew closer, Sylvia Lane’s heart pounded wildly.

Brother Lucas still cares about her!

With this thought, the knot in Sylvia Lane’s heart dissolved completely.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out to Lucas Shaw.

However, before she could make a sound, Lucas Shaw took the utensils from the table beside her without even a glance in her direction.

The seat beside her was where Lucas Shaw usually sat.

Sylvia had thought he would sit next to her, but he merely took away the utensils.

Watching as Lucas Shaw sat down next to Serena Summers, Sylvia Lane nearly spat out blood in anger.

"Brother Lucas, how can you treat me like this?"

Sylvia Lane’s eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She looked pitifully endearing.

Elena Ryan also frowned unhappily.

Just as she was about to voice her displeasure, Lucas Shaw spoke indifferently, "You smell unpleasant. The scent is not to my liking; it kills my appetite."

Sylvia Lane was stunned, and the pitiful expression on her face almost faltered.

To make a good impression in front of Lucas Shaw, she had specifically bought the newest perfume from D brand.

This perfume had a rich and unique fragrance, adding a touch of mature feminine charm that was incredibly alluring.

Many men found it irresistible.

How could it be considered unpleasant by Lucas Shaw?

Liam Shaw coughed hard a few times, unable to help but laugh helplessly.

Just like his brother, a single sentence from him had left Sylvia Lane speechless.

Serena Summers’ lips slightly curled up, nodding in satisfaction.

"Husband, have some meat!"

Lucas Shaw raised his eyebrows.

Serena Summers whispered in a low voice, "As a reward."

Lucas Shaw ate the piece of meat and let out a contented sigh.

This meal was especially delicious.

Looking at the affection between the two, Sylvia Lane clenched her teeth, her eyes full of reluctance and hate.

If it had been someone else, it might have been bearable.

But why did it have to be Serena Summers?

Other than her face, in what ways could Serena Summers possibly surpass her?

Why did she deserve Lucas Shaw’s favor?

After dinner, Lucas Shaw and Serena Summers returned to their room.

As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, Serena Summers tiptoed slowly.

Under Lucas Shaw’s bewildered gaze, Serena Summers forcefully grabbed his tie, pulling him close.

"What’s wrong?"

Serena Summers narrowed her eyes slightly, warning in a low voice, "Be honest, have you ever had other thoughts about Sylvia Lane?"

"Never!" Lucas Shaw responded without hesitation.

He let out a wry chuckle, reaching out to ruffle Serena Summers, her fluffy hair, "Why are you still jealous? Haven’t I explained already? There’s nothing but innocence between her and me."

Serena Summers scoffed, "But she harbors lingering hopes for you."

"That just shows your husband is charming; you’ve picked up a treasure, so you better cherish me well."