Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 342: A Unique Gift

Serena Summers had been drinking, her mind somewhat sluggish, taking a while before she realized what Adrian Holt was saying.

She tilted her head, thought for a moment, then said, "Then I’m drunk."

"Hmm, knowing that you’re drunk is good, but why did you drink so much?" Adrian Holt asked helplessly.

Serena was stunned for a moment, "You’re not playing by the rules. When I say I’m drunk, it means I’m not drunk."

"Alright, alright, you’re not drunk. Shall we go back to the room to rest?" Seeing that she was really quite inebriated, Adrian Holt could only go along with her words.

Fortunately, when she was drunk, she wasn’t crying or making a scene; she was even more well-behaved than when sober.

Hearing Adrian Holt’s words, she happily nodded in agreement, chiming in, "Hmm, not drunk."

Her alcohol tolerance is actually quite high!

Adrian Holt slowly stood up, reaching out his hand to her, "Can you walk by yourself?"

"Can’t."

Looking up at him, Serena slowly stretched her arms out, her blazer slipping off her shoulders down to the sofa.

She paid it no mind, just silently gazing at Adrian Holt, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes gleaming, twinkling with fine lights.

"Carry me."

"Really, I’m at my wit’s end with you." Adrian Holt tugged at the tie around his neck, bending over to lift her up from the sofa.

He had only seen Serena drunk twice, the first time was the first time they met, she threw herself into his arms, her tears uncontrollably falling, accusing him of being away for so long.

The second time was today.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his head lowering to meet her clear, distinct eyes.

She pressed her cheek against his chest, her long, curly eyelashes lightly trembling, her slender and fair legs carelessly swinging in the crook of his arm.

Comfortable and languid.

Adrian Holt struggled to take his eyes off her, his gaze darkening slightly, his steps unconsciously quickened.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Adrian Holt deftly used the tip of his toe to close the door, quickly walking to the bed.

He bent down to place Serena on the bed, then immediately prepared to stand up, but the hands hooked around his neck refused to let go.

"Did you forget something?"

"What?"

"You actually forgot? Think about it."

She silently turned her head away, displaying an attitude of "If you can’t remember, then don’t bother me."

Adrian Holt paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Are you talking about a gift? Wait, I’ll get it for you now."

"Then go get it." Serena retracted her hands only after seeing that he hadn’t forgotten.

Her legs dangled off the bed, gently swinging, as she laid on the bed waiting for Adrian Holt to bring the gift back.

Adrian Holt opened the wardrobe, instinctively glanced back, and saw Serena lying there, fiddling with her hands.

He took the gift box out of the wardrobe and returned to the bedside.

"Here, your gift."

Serena’s eyes brightened, she promptly sat up from the bed, taking the jewelry box.

"Is there more?" Serena crossed her legs, her eyes intently fixed on him, full of anticipation.

"More? What else?"

This was the first birthday Adrian Holt was celebrating for someone, and he genuinely didn’t know what else was needed besides giving gifts.

Serena, holding the gift box, started to laugh, "You’re really silly, it’s birthday wishes. You haven’t even said ’Happy Birthday’ to me."

Adrian Holt was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood.

He looked at his watch, realized it was already the next day, and felt a bit annoyed, "I’m sorry, I overlooked it. Serena, happy birthday, I hope you have a safe and smooth life, free from worries."

"Forget it, forgiven you. But don’t let there be a next time, okay?"

Serena wasn’t really angry, it’s just that all other wishes couldn’t compare to this one from him.

Although it was a bit late, she was still very happy.

"There won’t be a next time, I promise."

Adrian Holt felt a bit sour inside, thinking he was too careless for forgetting such an important matter.

He silently vowed to remember this in his heart, and from that year onward, no matter how busy or how late, he would rush back before midnight on Serena Summers’ birthday each year to wish her "Happy Birthday".

"Let’s open the present first."

Serena Summers opened the jewelry box and found inside a very exquisite and beautiful diamond necklace.

The pink diamond glimmered under the light, radiating dazzling and bright beams, surrounded by tiny fragmented diamonds.

But upon closer inspection, the connecting parts still had some imperfections.

Serena Summers shifted her eyes and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

Meeting her clear eyes, Adrian Holt uncomfortably hummed in affirmation.

Although he owns a jewelry company, he had never tried crafting himself.

Recently, he had Brandon Reese drive him every night to the company so that he could personally make this necklace.

Despite some minor flaws, overall he was satisfied.

He suppressed the anticipation in his eyes, feigning indifference as he asked, "Do you like it?"

When he first saw the sketch, he felt it suited Serena Summers perfectly, and the actual product looked nearly as he had imagined.

He had been imagining all day what Serena would look like wearing the necklace.

It must be very beautiful, extremely beautiful.

Serena Summers took the necklace out of the box and examined it carefully under the light.

The quality of the pink diamond was excellent; almost flawless, with complete facets, pristine and transparent.

"I really like it, thank you, husband."

Serena Summers held the necklace in her hand, and threw herself into the man’s arms, her heart feeling as sweet as if soaked in honey.

Adrian Holt’s back stiffened slightly, and a dangerous light flickered through his deep eyes.

He raised his own hand to hold her in his arms, his heart as if filled with something indescribably comforting.

"Mm, I’m glad you like it." His deep voice turned a bit hoarse.

As if he was restraining and suppressing something.

Serena Summers playfully lifted her head from his embrace, handing the necklace to him, "Quick, help me put it on."

With the unexpected addition of the necklace in his hand, Adrian Holt was startled, suddenly feeling as if it were a hot potato, afraid he might break it with just a bit of force.

The chain of the necklace had been assembled by him one link at a time, always breaking at first because he hadn’t mastered the knack, leading to a need for constant reassembly.

After several tries, he finally managed to assemble the chain properly and had his subordinates reinforce it before he dared to present it.

But with the previous lessons learned, he still instinctively lightened his movements.

He reached out to lift Serena Summers’ hair that was spread on the back, revealing a pale and slender swan neck.

He didn’t know if it was too much tension or something else, but the clasp of the necklace seemed uncooperative in his hands.

After several attempts, each time it was just a little short.

In the process, his rough fingertips kept accidentally touching the delicate skin on the back of Serena Summers’ neck.

In just a few minutes, sweat had formed on his forehead.

Serena Summers turned her head back, saw his disheveled appearance, and couldn’t help but laugh mischievously.

"Adrian Holt, why are you so cute? It’s just putting on a necklace. What were you thinking just now?"

Adrian Holt diverted his gaze, pretending to be calm: "I wasn’t thinking anything."

Clearly, he was thinking, doesn’t she know him well?

A small movement, and she knew what was on his mind.

But knowing he cared about his dignity, Serena Summers stopped laughing enough, not intending to further expose him, yet internally she was already overjoyed.