Adrian would press against my collarbone, his eyes misty with desire.
His sweat–dampened hair lightly brushing my chin.
His breathing becoming more and more urgent.
Only then would this hoarse whisper escape from his throat, uncontrollably.
But today he called it out loudly in front of everyone, which he used to resist the most.
A subtle electric current instantly ran up my back, my heart trembling violently.
Today’s Adrian seemed quite different from usual.
Jake raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a meaningful smile: “So it’s Mr. Adrian. Olivia always mentions you to me.”
Adrian calmly lifted his lips: “Is that so? Olivia has never mentioned you to me.”
Jake’s expression immediately became very unpleasant. In front of Adrian, he was like a helpless young boy with no ability to fight back.
Adrian ignored the change in his expression, looking down at this presumptuous youngster from above, a hint of a smile on his lips, as if looking at some inferior trash.
“I should thank you for taking care of my wife. Would you like a cigarette?”
As Adrian spoke, he reached into his pocket for cigarettes.
I was still puzzling over when he had started smoking.
But the next second, I saw him pull out a very eye–catching red object–not cigarettes, but our marriage certificate.
Married for six years.
Yet he had kept this marriage certificate as if it were brand new.
Only the edges were slightly faded.
As if it had been constantly held and rubbed in someone’s hands over the years.
Adrian carelessly tilted his hand.
The marriage certificate made a beautiful arc in his palm.
Turning towards Jake’s direction to reveal the golden seal.
His tone carried deliberate trouble.
“I’m sorry, I took out the wrong thing. I accidentally pulled out our legal proof of marriage…”
