Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 350: Wishlist

M helplessly asked, "Are you now officially separated from that organization?"

"Essentially, I’ve cut off all ties with them."

M was not surprised by this, it indeed seemed like something Adrian Holt could do.

But thinking about the powerful influence of that organization, he still reminded him, "Remember to be cautious around them, you tricked them, they won’t let it go easily."

"Don’t worry, I am fully aware."

After hanging up the phone, Adrian Holt noticed a shadow had appeared before him.

He slowly looked up, meeting Serena Summers’ clear and distinct almond-shaped eyes, "Who were you on the phone with? It was such a long call."

He had never had such a long phone call with her before.

Hmph!

Adrian Holt reached out and gently pinched Serena Summers’ soft cheek, teasing, "What? Jealous?"

"Yes, I am jealous of my husband, is that not allowed?" Serena Summers moved forward, wrapped her arms around Adrian Holt’s neck, and sat on his lap, facing him.

Adrian Holt’s lips curled up, smiling wildly and unrestrainedly, "Allowed, and always welcome."

With that, he stretched out his arm, pulling Serena Summers tightly into his embrace, kissing her smooth and full forehead.

Serena Summers’ stern face instantly failed, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

She also pinched Adrian Holt’s face, planting a heavy kiss on his handsome and delicate face, "That’s your reward."

"One is not enough," Adrian Holt clasped the back of Serena Summers’ head, and kissed her back.

The posture was dominant and irresistible.

After who knows how long, Serena Summers leant weakly in his arms, breathing slightly, her almond-shaped eyes shining with rippling light.

"Don’t think just kissing me will let you off the hook, tell me honestly, was it a man or a woman who called you just now?"

"A man."

"I don’t believe it!"

"It really was a man."

And a middle-aged old man in his forties who has had his face disfigured.

Adrian Holt thought to himself.

Meanwhile, far away in country C, M suddenly sneezed violently.

"How can you prove it?"

Serena Summers, with one arm wrapped around Adrian Holt’s neck and tugging at his tie, refused to let go, appearing willfully arrogant.

It’s not that she doubted Adrian Holt, she just felt that there must be a reason behind the abnormality.

Serena Summers had never seen him talking on the phone with someone else for such a long time before and could not help but feel uncomfortable.

Her husband, chatting so happily on the phone with someone else, she would be surprised if she was happy.

Adrian Holt thought for a moment, turned on his mobile phone, and handed it to Serena Summers.

Serena Summers glanced at the phone screen, arrogantly raised her chin, "I am not trying to check your phone, I’m just a bit curious."

In fact, she was just stubborn, but extremely curious at heart.

Adrian Holt had long figured out her personality, naturally guessing what she was thinking, but he did not dislike the feeling.

Rather, he found it novel because he had never experienced this before.

He nodded, saying, "Hmm. It’s not that you want to see it; I want you to see it on my own initiative."

"That’s more like it." Serena Summers snorted lightly, her mood cheerful as she took Adrian Holt’s phone.

The phone’s home screen was very clean, other than the built-in apps, there were only a few finance-related apps, very tidy.

Serena Summers just looked at the call log and found that the latest call was with a person named M.

He puzzledly looked at Adrian Holt.

Adrian Holt explained softly, "He’s my business partner, he saved my life before."

"A foreigner?" Otherwise why would they use the name M?

"No, he is from Corland, but he wouldn’t tell me his real name, just asking me to call him M."

Actually, Adrian Holt was also curious about that person’s true identity, but he was not someone who liked to probe too deeply. Everyone has their own secrets.

As long as he was sure that the person wouldn’t stab him in the back, that was enough.

Serena Summers nodded and handed the phone back to him, "Alright, I’ve checked, and my husband is still as chaste as ever."

Adrian Holt chuckled, "You didn’t even continue reading, how do you know I’m chaste?"

A sly glint flashed through Serena’s limpid eyes, "I just know it, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now."

If Adrian Holt dared to betray her, she probably would never let him find her in this lifetime. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

However, she was quite curious about this ’M’.

"He will return to the country in some time, and then I’ll introduce you to him," Adrian Holt said, planting a kiss on her cheek, feeling as if his heart was filled.

His little wife, how could she be so adorable?

"Then I should properly thank him, if he hadn’t saved you, we might have had a hard time reuniting."

Serena buried her cheek into the crook of his neck, a congested ache spreading across her heart.

What on earth had Adrian Holt been through these past two years? Why was he injured? How severe were his injuries?

Many questions lingered in her mind, but Serena didn’t rush to ask.

She wanted to give Adrian Holt enough time and space, he would naturally tell her when he felt ready.

She was not in a hurry, she just felt heartbroken, feeling guilty.

The two of them hugged on the couch, chatting for a while, and gradually Serena began to feel sleepy, yawning again and again.

Seeing this, Adrian Holt softly said, "Go take a bath, it’s getting late, time to go to bed."

"Okay." Serena released her hold from around Adrian’s neck and obediently got off him, heading to the bathroom.

Adrian Holt leaned back in the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, remaining silent for a long while before slowly getting up and walking to the bedside.

The room was eerily quiet, with the sound of water running from the bathroom, Adrian Holt began to feel restless.

He got up, opened a drawer, and reached into it pulling out a navy blue small box, only to find it was already empty.

He furrowed his brows, had it run out so quickly?

He remembered preparing several boxes before.

He deeply sighed, and started rummaging through the drawer of the bedside table, he didn’t find the small box, but at the very bottom, he found a sleek notebook.

The cover was brown, definitely not Serena’s style.

Could it be something he used before?

A thought struck him, and he took out the notebook.

The first thing that caught his eye was a fully written page.

Wishlist: watching a movie together, taking wedding photos, visiting an amusement park...

It listed many things that couples often do, several items were crossed out, probably already completed.

As for those not crossed out, they likely hadn’t had the chance to do yet.

The handwriting was bold and powerful, impressively similar to his own.

Adrian Holt pursed his lips, feeling a curious sensation in his heart.

He casually flipped to another page and found a folded piece of paper.

House rules?

Adrian Holt raised an eyebrow, surprised that he used to write something so childish?

When he saw the content, he couldn’t help but laugh, no doubt it was specifically made for Serena.

Just then, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and Serena walked out in her nightdress.

Her hair was still dripping wet, several black wet strands clung to her cheeks, adding an indescribable allure.

The sexy red spaghetti-strap nightdress clung to her body, her pale, smooth shoulders exposed under the light, dazzlingly white.

Adrian Holt looked up, his deep and dark gaze falling on Serena, and his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed...