Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 311: Who Allowed You to Touch Her?

Charlotte Summers helped her sisters regain some face, her face wearing a proud smile.

She waved at Adrian Shaw at the entrance, pulling Serena Summers’s hand to leave, "Excuse us, we’re going out to dance."

Adrian Shaw instinctively stepped aside, allowing the two to leave.

After they left, Adrian Shaw walked up to Adrian Holt with a complex expression, "Brother, what’s going on?"

Adrian Holt helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling he really had brought trouble upon himself.

Then, he silently took out his mobile phone and posted online: What to do if your wife asks you to kneel on the keyboard?

Soon, he received replies from netizens.

"From someone with experience, let me tell the poster, if your wife says go east, don’t go west, otherwise it will affect the family harmony."

"Kneeling on the keyboard? That’s already quite reasonable treatment. I’ve knelt on my keyboard, instant noodles, and washboard, so you better be content."

"The poster must have done something to upset his wife, right? Be content. If she asks you to kneel on the keyboard, it means she still cares about you, rather than just kicking you out."

Kicked out?

Does that mean kneeling on the keyboard is actually not that bad?

Seeing the last comment, Adrian Holt couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that there are so many men who have had similar experiences, Adrian Holt suddenly felt that kneeling on the keyboard wasn’t such a big deal anymore.

If kneeling is what it takes, let it be. After all, he chose this path himself and he has to finish it on his knees.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and turned off his phone.

Adrian Shaw suddenly said, "Our sisters-in-law are dancing downstairs, shall we go have a look?"

Saying this, without waiting for Adrian Holt to object, he pulled him out of the private room.

Sean Wynn, who had been silent all this while, smiled helplessly and had no choice but to follow.

Actually, he wasn’t very familiar with the Shaw family; there weren’t many topics he could chat about with them, but who made Charlotte Summers insist on coming to such a place?

A girl alone in such a chaotic place, drinking and dancing, how could he possibly feel at ease?

So, he simply decided to come along.

Standing on the second floor and looking down, one could see the entire scene of the dance floor below.

Adrian Holt spotted Serena Summers at first glance.

She was indeed too dazzling, and too beautiful.

Be it her figure or her face, even standing in the dimly lit dance floor, her radiance was undeniable.

At that moment, Serena Summers was being pulled by Charlotte Summers, standing in the center of the dance floor.

Charlotte Summers held a bottle of liquor in one hand and held Serena Summers’s hand with the other, twisting her body jubilantly, hopping and jumping around.

Meanwhile, Serena Summers appeared somewhat awkward.

Even though she had been here several times with Charlotte Summers, she still didn’t like this kind of place.

The music was too loud, all sorts of people came here to dance, and strong and pungent smells assaulted her senses.

There were various scents of perfume, the odor of alcohol, and the smell of tobacco...

These mixed together, truly made it unbearable.

Especially since Serena Summers had a more sensitive sense of smell than average, these odors were even more unbearable for her.

At that moment, a drunken man stumbled over and approached Serena Summers.

"Miss, would you like to have a drink with me?"

"I refuse," Serena Summers responded coldly.

Upstairs, both Adrian Shaw and Adrian Holt saw this scene.

They couldn’t hear what was exchanged between the two, but Adrian Shaw’s eyes shifted before he draped his arm over Adrian Holt’s shoulder and said, "Big bro, are you jealous? Angry? In the two years you’ve been away, this kind of scene has occurred countless times."

Adrian Holt’s dark eyes stared at the petite figure in the dance floor, his gaze somber.

Seeing Adrian Holt’s face darken, Adrian Shaw silently praised his own cunning and added fuel to the fire, "If you didn’t come back, Grandpa was going to help her go on blind dates. You know, even though Grandpa doesn’t manage the company anymore, he still has connections. He knows quite a few talented young men."

Upon hearing this, Adrian Holt’s expression darkened even further.

With his lips tightly pursed, he brushed away the hand resting on his shoulder and strode towards the stairs.

Watching his retreating figure, Adrian Shaw couldn’t help but laugh.

Some people need a bit of stimulation.

Otherwise, how would they know what they almost lost?

It still depends on him to make a move.

Downstairs, Serena Summers frowned in disgust, "Get lost."

The man’s gaze was unabashedly lecherous, filled with lust as he looked her up and down.

"Don’t be so cold, we’re all just here to have fun. What’s wrong with having a drink? Why put on airs?"

Serena Summers immediately felt uncomfortable, and although she didn’t want to engage, she tried to leave the dance floor but was blocked by the man.

"Where do you think you’re going? How dare you ignore me, do you know who I am?"

Serena Summers chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I only recognize people, I don’t know what breed you are?"

The man was stunned for a moment before he realized that Serena was insulting him as livestock.

He became furious immediately, his blood rushing to his head as he raised his arm to strike Serena, "Bitch, ungrateful. I’m doing you an honor by asking you to drink with me, aren’t you dressed up just to hook up?"

Serena Summers’ pupils dilated, and as she reached out to block, a hand with distinct knuckles moved quicker than hers.

The man’s arm was viciously twisted, and amidst the loud music, the sound of splintering bones was masked.

Adrian Holt looked menacingly at the man, a glint of bloodthirst in his eyes, "Who allowed you to touch her?"

Serena Summers, seeing the man subdued, instantly kicked him right in his vitals.

The man grimaced in pain, unable to hold back a cry.

Adrian Holt loosened his grip, and the man tumbled to the ground, writhing in pain.

The surrounding people merely glanced at the man before averting their eyes, as if such incidents were all too common and no longer surprising.

Adrian Holt looked disdainfully at his hand, then raised his eyes to Serena, "Are you alright?"

Serena Summers looked up at him, a hint of a smile in her eyes, "I’m fine, thankfully you were here, otherwise I might have been bullied by this jerk."

With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the man, she stood indignantly, righteously complaining.

Adrian Holt suddenly recalled the kick Serena had delivered, admiring the force and accuracy, even as a man himself, he couldn’t help but be astounded.

He believed that even without him, Serena wouldn’t be bullied.

However, he didn’t expose Serena’s act but instead reached out his hand to her.

Serena quickly pulled out a wet wipe from her bag, took Adrian Holt’s hand, and wiped it clean, making sure to clean even under his fingernails.

She knew he was always particular about cleanliness, and now he must be disgusted from having touched something so dirty.

Watching Serena’s practiced moves, Adrian Holt raised an eyebrow, a light smile creeping into his eyes.

In the noisy dance hall, the two of them were entirely out of place.

Yet standing together, they seemed to create a world of their own, which no one else could enter, creating an indescribable sense of harmony.

Adrian Holt’s gaze fell on Serena Summers’ smooth, fair shoulder, and his sexy Adam’s apple rolled slightly.

Serena was just about to thank him when she suddenly found herself lifted into the air.