CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 206: LU DISCOVERS THE RETURNED WEDDING RING

"May I kiss you?" Silas Hawthorne asked once more.

Serena’s heart was racing.

His hand was still on her face, she could feel the heat of his palm, and his warm breath on her cheek.

Serena lifted her eyes to look at him.

"Mm." She answered.

The moment her voice fell, his kiss had already come.

Carrying his breath, mingling with hers.

Two hearts beating together.

When Julian Lawson arrived, this was the scene he saw.

She sat in the passenger seat while Silas Hawthorne leaned over her, kissing her passionately.

Her hand gently rested on his shoulder, her pale slender arm starkly contrasted with Silas Hawthorne’s tall frame.

Julian Lawson was beside himself with anger.

But as soon as he got out of the car, he was immediately subdued.

It was Silas Hawthorne’s men.

They took him away directly, not allowing him to interrupt.

The Maybach drove away together.

Meanwhile, in the Bentley.

Silas Hawthorne had already released Serena.

Serena felt a little shy, her hand on his shoulder, her forehead against his chest, gasping softly.

Silas Hawthorne chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, making her even more annoyed.

He seemed to sense her emotions, gently stroking her hair, patting her back.

"Serena, I really like you." His voice was sensually hoarse.

The kiss at the entrance of Hawthorne Manor before was just a fleeting touch, this one was their first true kiss.

He still managed to restrain himself, worried that she might be scared.

In this moment, he finally confirmed that her agreement wasn’t to spite Julian Lawson, but truly, because he made her heart flutter.

This made him ecstatic.

If there was a progress bar, he wished he could instantly advance to their marriage.

Yet he had to control himself, couldn’t be hasty.

At least now, they were a couple.

After waiting for a while, Serena nudged him.

Only then did Silas Hawthorne let her go.

"I need to go home." She murmured.

"Mm." He responded with a smile.

Before she could say anything further, he continued: "I can’t walk you upstairs today."

Serena glanced at him blankly, then understood, her face slightly reddened.

She pushed him back into his seat with a light grunt.

Without saying more, she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her bag, exiting the car.

But before heading upstairs, she leaned over and said to him, "Be careful on the road."

He smiled and nodded, "Good night."

"Good night," Serena said, then turned and went home.

He waited until he saw the light come on in her room, saw her wave to him from the balcony, then he flashed the car lights in response, driving away.

As the Bentley passed by Julian Lawson and his Maybach, Silas Hawthorne gave Julian Lawson a cold glance, then wordlessly sped away.

Julian Lawson was furious, almost to the point of madness.

But above all, he felt deeply powerless.

Everything he had was collapsing.

If the words she said at the entrance of Hawthorne Manor and the kiss with Silas Hawthorne still held some possibility of being meant to spite him, then the kiss they just shared in the car was purely from the heart.

She really didn’t want him anymore.

She was truly with someone else.

Julian Lawson could no longer deceive himself.

With a dull ache in his chest, his entire world was crumbling.

"Let go of me," Julian Lawson said.

Silas Hawthorne’s men still didn’t loosen their grip.

"I won’t go looking for her anymore," Julian Lawson said.

He knew there were people stationed at the entrance, he had already seen them.

Silas Hawthorne had sent many men to stop him.

Only then did they release him.

Julian Lawson returned to his car, driven by an impulse to tell her everything regardless of the consequences.

But the scene from before reappeared in his mind.

In the end, he controlled himself.

Turned the car around, leaving that place.

The Maybach sped along, Julian Lawson unaware of where he was heading.

He only felt a fierce throbbing in his heart, like it was being torn apart, the pain so intense he couldn’t breathe.

Tears fell continuously; he had never been so disheveled.

His mind repeated one phrase over and over—"She doesn’t want me anymore."

She truly didn’t want him any longer.

He had never felt this reality so keenly.

He felt as though he was going mad.

The Maybach roared through the streets; Julian Lawson had no idea where he was headed.

When he finally raised his head, Julian Lawson found the car stopped at The Hillside Villa, their wedding house.

The scenes of her marrying him replayed before his eyes.

The white wedding dress, her beautiful smile, her eyes filled with him.

Julian Lawson opened the car door and walked into the villa.

"Bang!"

He turned on the lights.

But the house was empty.

Everything she had meticulously decorated was gone; only his belongings remained.

Julian Lawson closed his eyes in pain.

His mind replayed the night of their wedding when they returned here, everyone sensible had left, he had carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the bar.

"Want a drink?" he asked her with a smile.

"Sure." She replied with a smile.

He took out the wine from the fridge and poured her a glass, she smiled and took a sip.

Then he kissed her, tasting her and the wine.

Julian Lawson walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, now it contained only some of his wine.

He closed the fridge sorrowfully.

Walked back to their wedding room.

It was the same that day too; she shyly hit him, but he didn’t care, just carried her all the way to their wedding room.

"Bang!"

Julian Lawson turned on the lights.

The wedding room now had long been uninhabited.

He lay alone on the large bed, staring at the pale ceiling, realizing truly for the first time that he was alone.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly felt terrified.

If she marries Silas Hawthorne, will she repeat everything they once did with Silas...

Suddenly he was very afraid, his heart beat urgently, a feeling of imminent death, beyond control.

It took some time for him to calm down.

Yet he was already exhausted.

Extreme sadness left him with a dull numbness.

Finally, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and leaned powerlessly against the headboard.

He looked at the bedside lamp, turned it on, then casually opened the drawer.

There were things inside.

Julian Lawson frowned slightly, reaching inside.

The first thing he pulled out was a bottle of perfume.

Chanel No. 5.

Something he once gave her.

He opened the cap, sprayed it, seemingly feeling the trace of her scent lingering here.

His heart began hurting again.

He closed his eyes, painfully placing the perfume on the table.

There were more items in the drawer; he reached inside again, touching a small ring-like object.

He took it out and glanced at it.

The wedding ring he once gave her, reflecting a cold light in the lamplight.