Swept Into a Fairytale Marriage

Chapter 5

Mr. Locke is About to Explode

Hidden in the shadows, Adrian furrowed his brows slightly, amused as he listened to Farrah’s shameless bragging.

“My husband treats me so well. And he’s so handsome too. He’s got a stable, respectable job, earns a great income, and has never looked down on my family. He always takes care of me and even does all the housework!”

Farrah’s eyes curved as she broke out into a smile. “Really, Corey. Thanks for your concern, but I’m living a very happy life now. I hope you find happiness too!”

Adrian rubbed his temples and adjusted his posture by the elevator. His expression was filled with a curious blend of emotions.

Corey’s elegant face showed a complicated mix of feelings. He was tasting the bitterness of loss once again. But he still smiled, offering his blessing. “As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy too.”

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed. Corey and Farrah both turned to see a man step approaching from the elevators. With his hands in his pockets, he radiated an undeniable air of authority. “Mr. Locke,” Corey greeted respectfully.

Farrah, on the other hand, felt a jolt of panic. Did he hear everything she said just now? Adrian’s piercing gaze locked onto her.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Locke,” she quickly gathered herself and greeted him.

“Talking about personal matters during work hours isn’t a good habit,” he said calmly, though without. reproach. “Whether or not you married well, that’s something only you know. After all, only the wearer knows if the shoe fits.”

Crap, he definitely heard! Farrah cursed internally–he really was like a ghost!

Farrah raised an eyebrow but didn’t feel too embarrassed. She avoided his gaze, thinking a bit of flattery- wasn’t the worst thing–at least it didn’t involve Corey.

At Unit 2801, Block 88, Floral Spring Residences, an hour after they both returned home that night, Adrian broke the silente.

“Why didn’t you ask for anything in return?” he asked, genuinely curious. “You signed a deal worth over a billion. If you were to make a request, I’d definitely agree to it.”

“What are you talking about?” Farrah replied, leaning leisurely against the doorway with a cup of warm water. “Half of the joint assets are already mine! Did you think you could get away with offering me a few

coins?”

Adrian tilted his chin up slightly, his deep eyes fixed on her. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything,” she said, walking toward him. “Did you think I helped you today so that I could ask for something? I just genuinely believe Prestige Group is a solid business.”

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he saw real sincerity in her eyes. It caused a faint stir of emotion deep within him.

“But now that you mentioned conditions, I do have one.” Farrah suddenly changed her tone, taking a sip of water. “I’m working on a traditional medicine to treat old burn scars. Maybe it could heal the burn on your arm. When I’ve finished developing it, I want you to try it.”

At the mention of his burn, Adrian’s expression turned icy, his eyes dark and unfathomable. He was clearly unwilling to discuss it.

“You-”

“Get out,” he interrupted coldly, his gaze sharpening dangerously.

Meeting his gaze, Farrah realized she had stepped into forbidden territory and angered him.

By now, she had walked over to the opposite side of the table. She placed her cup gently on the surface. She sat down, their eyes locked across the table.

“Don’t think that just because you helped me out today, it gives you the right to pry into my life,” Adrian said, his voice devoid of warmth, “Get out.”

But she didn’t move. Instead, she boldly continued to meet his gaze. “We should have the courage to face our pain instead of running from it. Who doesn’t have scars in their heart?”

“Get out,” Adrian repeated, his voice low and filled with restraint. He was clearly trying to keep his temper

in check.

He didn’t want her digging into his past. His guarded, wounded self was like a hedgehog unwilling to let anyone close. His voice grew even colder. “Or else, suffer the consequences.”