Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 314 I’ve Always Been Here

Serena Summers really hadn’t fallen asleep yet; she shifted further inside, displaying an unwillingness to deal with him.

As Adrian Holt tentatively stepped closer, she kept moving back.

In the end, her entire body was hanging off the edge of the bed, just moments away from falling off.

Adrian Holt let out a helpless sigh, extended his long arms, scooped her up from the bed’s edge, and held her tightly in his embrace.

"Sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things to you."

Serena’s tears swept down all at once, streaming down the corners of her eyes and slowly disappearing into her thick, black hair.

She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.

Adrian held Serena, gently patting her back with his broad palms, comforting her, "I’ve been here all along, go to sleep."

Perhaps tired from crying or maybe the man’s voice was too gentle, Serena soon fell asleep.

Glistening tears still hung at the corners of her eyes, occasionally she sobbed, looking pitifully lovely.

With gentle movements, Adrian Holt wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, unconsciously leaning in closer.

This gesture, as if practiced a thousand times in his dreams, had become almost an instinctive action.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, he suddenly snapped back to reality, sat up from the bed, and rushed into the bathroom in a panic.

As the icy water poured down on him, Adrian Holt finally regained his composure, his chest still heaving violently, the restlessness inside him not yet fully dissipated.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, more than twenty minutes had passed.

Serena slept obediently, still curled up in the position from before.

He stood on the balcony, lighting a cigarette, the taste of nicotine permeating the air, slowly calming his agitated emotions.

After smoking a cigarette, Adrian Holt took out his phone and made a call.

"Mr. Reese? You’re still not asleep at this hour?"

Brandon Reese was sitting in his office dealing with documents when he suddenly received a call from Adrian Holt.

When they met during the day, he learned that Mr. Reese had lost his memory and had considerately given him his business card.

He hadn’t expected Adrian to call so soon—it was an unexpected pleasure.

Adrian Holt pursed his lips, his expression dark and unfathomable, and after a long silence, he finally ordered, "Prepare a detailed file of my past, the more detailed, the better."

Brandon Reese was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding, "What kind of file?"

"From Mr. Lucas Shaw’s birth until two years ago, all of it."

After hanging up, Adrian Holt sat on the rocking chair on the balcony.

The rocking chair was exquisitely beautiful, decorated with several cute cartoon figures, childishly charming.

It was clearly prepared for Serena.

And it was surprisingly comfortable.

The young lady knew how to enjoy life – with good lighting here, it must be pleasant and comfortable to lie here usually.

Adrian Holt turned his head to look into the room, a complex emotion flashing in his heart.

He had only known Serena for two days, and yet it felt as if they had known each other for much longer.

Before tonight, he had been firm in his identity as being without question.

But now, he was wavering.

In this world, could there really be two people who looked exactly alike?

Even if there were, what would the odds be that they had almost the same habits?

And now... he may have fallen for the same person.

But if he were Lucas Shaw, then where did these complete memories in his mind come from?

He wanted to keep thinking, but at that moment, a sudden sharp pain struck.

It was as if a hand was forcefully tearing at the nerves in his brain, preventing him from thinking further.

He held his head with both hands, the veins on his forehead bulging as he tried to suppress the pain, his vision swaying as if he would faint any second.

His tall figure curled up on the rocking chair, and it took a long time for the intense pain to gradually fade away.

Adrian Holt lay there drained, his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat, gasping for breath.

At that moment, his phone suddenly vibrated – it was a call from Brandon Reese.

Forcing himself to calm down, Adrian Holt got up and answered the phone, "Hello?"

After a bout of uncontrollable torment, his voice was now severely hoarse.

Brandon Reese noticed something was off and asked with concern, "Sir, are you alright?"

"I’m fine. The materials?"

"They’re organized, and I’m already downstairs."

Adrian Holt hung up the phone, walked over to the bedside, and glanced at Serena Summers. Seeing her deep in sleep, he tucked her in before quietly leaving the room.

A black car was currently parked outside the Shaw Mansion; Adrian Holt opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

"The materials." He was concise and to the point.

Brandon Reese quickly handed over the tablet and explained, "Everything’s on here."

Brandon Reese was highly efficient, and all of Lucas Shaw’s information was laid out clearly.

From his birth to two years ago.

Hobbies, age, habits,—even his zodiac sign was included.

It has to be said, this was an impressively detailed life resume.

Adrian Holt’s gaze landed on the photo, causing him to pause.

The man in the photo had distinct contours, three-dimensional features, and a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyebrows. Despite being just a photo, he exuded an air of regal dominance.

This face was the spitting image of his own.

Adrian Holt suddenly thought of something Serena Summers had told him, and asked, "Are there other photos?"

"There are indeed." Brandon Reese hesitated for a moment before asking, "What kind are you looking for?"

"Back view." Adrian Holt’s legs were crossed, and his fingers, distinct at the joints, gently tapped on his knee; his expression was mysterious and chilling, impenetrable.

"There really is one." Brandon Reese hastily opened his own phone gallery and searched carefully before handing it over.

Adrian Holt took Brandon Reese’s phone, swiped the screen, and zoomed in on the photo.

His gaze fell on the area behind the man’s ear in the photo.

The spot was subtle, usually unnoticed, but upon a closer look after zooming in, a mole was indeed visible.

He touched his own ear and instructed, "Turn on the car lights and help me take a photo from this angle."

Glancing at the photo and then at Adrian Holt, Brandon Reese couldn’t help but ask, "Sir, you aren’t still doubting your own identity, are you?"

"Just take the photo," Adrian Holt glared coldly at him.

Feeling the icy gaze of his master, Brandon Reese shrunk his neck and dared not to speak any further.

With a "click," Brandon Reese took a photo of Adrian Holt from the angle shown in the picture.

Adrian Holt took the photo and compared it, his eyes darkening.

Sure enough, just as he had suspected, the moles were exactly in the same place.

Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?

Brandon Reese, observing Adrian Holt’s expression, reminded in a low voice, "Sir, a person’s memory can be altered. A psychotherapist is capable of doing so, of course... they would need skills powerful enough to defy the heavens." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Such people are hard to find, but that does not mean they don’t exist.

After a pause, he continued, "Lady Summers has specifically investigated this matter recently. The psychologist who treated your mother, that is, Mrs. Elena Ryan, Nathaniel Hamilton, his real identity is the top-tier psychotherapist from M country, X.Dr."

"Serena Summers? When did she investigate this?"

Wasn’t Serena Summers with him all these days? How did he not know about this?

Brandon Reese chuckled lightly, showing a proud expression, "Sir, you can’t possibly believe our lady is some naïve little girl, can you? That would be a grave mistake."

If Serena Summers didn’t have real skills, how could his people be genuinely convinced by her?

What he didn’t mention was that their lady had hacked into the international psychotherapist association’s headquarters’ official website to get Nathaniel Hamilton’s information.

He and Edward Selwyn had both sent people to investigate before, but they all concluded his identity was clean.

It has to be said, their lady is formidable indeed!

Adrian Holt gave a wry smile. So that little girl had such impressive capabilities?

After some thought, however, he wasn’t too surprised. It seemed natural for her to exude radiance that made people want to get closer.

But... X.Dr? Is it the same person he knows?

Adrian Holt’s eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of a dark glint flashed through his gaze.