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She didn’t even know how to introduce herself to him.
The thought of Adrian being able to leave this arranged marriage at any moment caused Ciara to shiver.
She had to see her plan through; otherwise, it would all be for nothing.
“She is your wife, Ciara Mitchell,” Darian said.
Adrian’s expression turned colder. “I don’t remember having a wife. Where did you find this liar?” he said, disdain dripping from his words.
“I arranged her for you,” Darian replied in a tone that was uncharacteristically sharp. “Everyone knows it.”
But Adrian wasn’t going to let it go so easily. “Then I’ll divorce her!” he spat. “Not just anyone can be my wife. If you want someone to take care of me, you’d better hire a caregiver directly.”
The words hung in the air, freezing the already tense atmosphere. Darian’s face twitched with anger, but he restrained himself. “Divorce is impossible,” he said through gritted teeth.
Adrian sneered at Darian. “What right do you have to make decisions for me?”
The tension was palpable in the room as Ciara stood. She felt like a mere onlooker to the father and son’s tumultuous relationship.
Darian’s voice quivered with fury as he growled, “It was already decided. Ciara just underwent the artificial insemination surgery, and there’s a chance she’s carrying your child.”
Adrian’s eyes snapped to Ciara, scanning her form as if she was a mere object.
It felt like an eternity before he chuckled and asked Ciara, “So, which do you prefer, surgical abortion or medication abortion?”
Ciara was in shock that Adrian would suggest an abortion. She stood there, paralyzed and speechless.
Darian was seething with anger and lashed out, “What are you saying? This child is of the Lewis family’s lineage!”
To this, Adrian replied with icy detachment, “The Lewis family has many descendants. This one can be abandoned. And if you don’t want to abandon it, I have ways to make it disappear.”
Every word was like a crushing blow to Ciara’s heart, leaving her unsettled and anxious.
Darian was beyond furious and he pointed a trembling finger at Adrian. “How dare you speak to me in that manner? You are an ingrate! Do you not consider me your father?”
Adrian let out a cold sneer. “Father? You are
not worthy of being called that, Darian.”
The atmosphere was tense, as Darian’s hand came down hard on the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor.
Ciara took a step back, wary of the explosive emotions of the father and son.
Despite Darian’s rage, Adrian remained unperturbed. He appeared to be accustomed to the violent outbursts of his father, casually picking up a glass of water and taking a leisurely sip, unfazed by the intense situation.
Darian took a deep breath, his body radiating anger as he realized there was no use in continuing the conversation. “It’s too soon to be discussing a divorce,” he said, his words dripping with authority. “Ciara just underwent the artificial insemination surgery. We would only find out if it was successful in a month. If you are still adamant about getting a divorce, then we can discuss it.”
He emphasized the last sentence and leveled a sharp look at Adrian, daring him to object.
Adrian, however, sneered and remained silent. Even weakened by his illness, he exuded an aura of power that belied his physical state.
“Think about it,” Darian spat out, the frustration clear in his voice, before turning and storming off in a huff.
Ciara stood there, unsure of what to do to break the tension between her and Adrian.
They were married now, and Ciara might have been carrying his child. It would be easier for everyone if they could get along civilly in their future life together.
But then, she thought about how much he must be suffering from his disability and his short temper.
After careful consideration, Ciara decided to take the first step to mend their relationship. If she could show him kindness and care, perhaps she could use his affection for her to advance her own plans for revenge.
Tentatively, Ciara stepped closer to Adrian’s bedside and looked upon his handsome face with nervousness.
She hesitated for a moment, steeling herself to start a conversation. His gaze was cold and unyielding, but she had to try. “Mr. Lewis, my name is Ciara, and I’m your wife…”
Her voice trailed off as his icy stare bore into her. She knew she was telling the truth, but he didn’t seem to want to accept it.
Suddenly, Adrian’s hand shot out and seized hers in a tight grip. Ciara gasped in surprise and stumbled, falling into his arms.
His body was warm and his scent was intoxicating, overwhelming her senses.
As she struggled to right herself, Adrian put his other hand on her nape and pressed her head closer.
Fear welled up inside her as Ciara realized just how dangerous this man could be.
“You don’t have what it takes to be my wife. This position demands someone who isn’t a coward, someone who isn’t afraid of me. Do you have a guilty conscience? Is that why you’re so nervous around me?” Adrian’s breath was hot on Ciara’s neck as he leaned in to whisper these cutting words, causing her to shiver in fear.
He gazed down at Ciara as his slender fingers slid beneath the collar of her turtleneck blouse and then stroked her neck with the tenderness of a doting lover.
The intimate gesture sent shivers down her spine and she felt her heart race.