CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: SERENA SINCLAIR, GOOD FOR YOU!

Serena Sinclair paused in her steps.

Behind her, Adrian Lockwood’s voice rang out, deep and heavy, "No more ties with The Lockwood Family, right? Serena Sinclair, since you’re so adamant about cutting ties, then... take off the dress you’re wearing."

Serena Sinclair whirled around abruptly.

Only to see Adrian Lockwood staring at her with a cold and dark expression.

Serena Sinclair knew this was Adrian Lockwood’s threat.

Either give in, apologize to Beatrice Sutton, and apologize to the guests, saying that today was all her fault and she lost control for no reason.

Then he would leave her with some dignity.

Or do as he said.

In front of everyone, take off the dress and leave The Lockwood Family utterly disgraced.

The guests around looked at each other in shock.

Beatrice Sutton and Zoe Lockwood looked on with satisfaction.

Chloe Lynch couldn’t hide her smugness, "Serena Sinclair, this dress was custom-made by President Lockwood for me, you only borrowed it to wear, it wasn’t meant to be given to you!"

Serena Sinclair was trembling with anger.

She wanted to ask Adrian Lockwood if he even had a heart!

She also wanted to curse him, asking if he could be a decent person!

She opened her mouth, but her lips trembled uncontrollably.

Fearing that she might break into tears if she spoke, Serena Sinclair bit her lips tightly, reaching her hand to the zipper on her back.

Adrian Lockwood’s gaze tightened.

Serena Sinclair pulled down the zipper, and the dress cascaded down like silky lake water.

"Serena Sinclair!!!"

Adrian Lockwood shouted in shock and anger.

Upon realizing the scene before him, he let out a sigh of relief, yet his face was still full of rage, "Good, very good!... Serena Sinclair, you are something else!!!"

Changing clothes, she already knew this dress wasn’t meant for her.

Even though the dress was brand new, just the thought of someone having tried it on made Serena Sinclair feel uncomfortable.

She didn’t even touch the lace lingerie in the box, only changed out of her chiffon blouse.

At this moment, Serena Sinclair felt incredibly fortunate.

Lucky that she had unintentionally left herself a way out.

She wore a white lace top that reached her waist.

Her bottom half was still her jeans, just rolled up at the cuff.

Her angular shoulders were beautiful.

Her collarbone was beautiful.

Her soft and slender waist was even more beautiful.

At first glance, she seemed like a fashionable young woman on a summer street.

Youthful, vibrant, and stylish.

Dignity, still intact.

Kicking aside the lake-blue dress piled at her feet.

And with a swift motion, she kicked off her high heels.

Serena Sinclair lifted her gaze to Adrian Lockwood, "Want to search me?"

Adrian Lockwood’s face turned ashen, and his eyes were blazing with fury.

Serena Sinclair glanced at him coldly and turned to leave, barefoot.

Bang!!

The villa door opened, and lightning struck down.

The bright flash illuminated Serena Sinclair’s slender silhouette.

Serena Sinclair didn’t look back as she walked out the door.

She hesitated for a moment between retrieving her blouse and sneakers from Zoe Lockwood’s house and leaving quickly.

Serena Sinclair decisively turned and headed outside.

Sparse raindrops hit her hair, fell on her face, carrying a dampness.

The road beneath her feet had been baked hot by the sun earlier.

Serena Sinclair took one step, then another, walking with determination yet difficulty.

Just halfway down the road, the raindrops began to fall relentlessly.

Meow!

A faint meowing sounded, making Serena Sinclair’s vision blur.

A mottled shadow darted out from the nursery bed, biting onto Serena Sinclair’s pant leg.

Meow!

Meow meow...

The orange tabby cat with yellow and white fur tugged at Serena Sinclair’s pant leg, pulling her towards the nursery bed.

As if saying: It’s raining, silly, come and hide!

Seeing Serena Sinclair stand there motionlessly, the orange tabby ran in circles anxiously but refused to jump away to seek shelter itself.

Serena Sinclair was dazed, "Orange... Orange?"

Meow!

The orange tabby was thrilled that Serena Sinclair recognized it.

Ignoring the rain on the ground, it laid on its back and exposed its pink and white belly.

Serena Sinclair blinked, stunned.

At 16, a teenage girl fancied Adrian Lockwood.

After her college entrance exam at 18, she agreed to Adrian Lockwood’s confession and became his girlfriend.

At 20, they registered their marriage.

At 23, she became pregnant and gave birth to Miles Lockwood.

She loved Adrian Lockwood for 12 years, yet Adrian Lockwood didn’t want her.

She gave birth to Miles Lockwood and raised him till 5 years old, and Miles Lockwood didn’t want her either.

Yet at this moment, this orange tabby cat she had only fed a few times recognized her and wanted to lead her to shelter from the rain.

Serena Sinclair’s tears fell like rain.

"Orange..."

She squatted down to stroke its head, her voice choked, "I have nothing left, I can’t even afford expensive cat food or cat cans, will you... come with me?"

Meow!

The orange tabby stood up, its front paws clawing at Serena Sinclair’s arm, rubbing its head against her tear-streaked cheek.

Serena Sinclair decisively picked up the orange tabby and continued walking outside.

Swoosh!

The rain poured down heavily.

In just a short moment, Serena Sinclair was soaked to the skin.

Even so, Serena Sinclair did not stop moving forward.

Under the surprised gazes of the security guards, she exited the community gates.

The rain blurred her vision, strands of hair clung to her face, making it hard to see the road ahead.

Every step she took brought a piercing pain.

Occasionally, she would be splashed by water from cars passing by on the roadside.

Serena Sinclair seemed entirely numb, moving forward aimlessly.

Beep!

Beep beep!

A honking sounded, and Serena Sinclair moved closer to the roadside.

The next instant, a black business car pulled up beside her, stopping in front of Serena Sinclair.

The car door slid open, and Wyatt Hawthorne jumped out, retrieving an umbrella from the trunk and opening it over Serena Sinclair’s head, his face dark, "What’s going on?"

Above the lace bustier was a large expanse of white.

One could see Serena Sinclair’s beautiful collarbone.

But Wyatt Hawthorne knew this wasn’t how Serena Sinclair usually dressed.

She had never dressed like this before.

Moreover, at this moment, she was barefoot.

The whole person seemed indescribably disheveled.

"Get in the car first!"

Without giving a chance for a response, he pushed Serena Sinclair into the car, and the driver perceptively handed her a blanket and turned on the heat.

Wyatt Hawthorne got back in the car, his whole being exuding a cold hostility, "Go home."

"Yes."

The driver responded as the car smoothly slipped into the rain.

Serena Sinclair thought about saying she didn’t need that, just take her to a hotel.

She also wanted to say thank you.

But the words caught in her throat when she saw Wyatt Hawthorne’s rain-drenched coat and hair tips, remembering the worst of her being was laid bare to him.

Serena Sinclair decided to simply go with it.

More than ten minutes later, the business car parked in the underground garage.

Taking off his suit jacket, he handed it to Serena Sinclair, while Wyatt Hawthorne reached to pull the blanket from her arms.

The blanket slid open, revealing a little cat head inside, "Meow..."

Wyatt Hawthorne: ...

"Senior, you probably weren’t too diligent in your past life as an immortal."

Serena Sinclair looked up.

Wyatt Hawthorne had an amused expression, "You’re like a clay statue crossing a river, barely able to save yourself, but still trying to save it?"

"I..."

Serena Sinclair started to speak but didn’t know what to say.

Wyatt Hawthorne reached out and took the blanket and the cat from her arms.

"Careful!"

Serena Sinclair called out urgently.

The blanket and cat fell into Wyatt Hawthorne’s arms.

The kitten, which was as tiny as a little cactus, flaring its fur against Adrian Lockwood.

The wary little tabby, crouching by her feet, butt turned up, not wanting to be caught by Miles Lockwood.

Perhaps it was confused by the rain, or maybe it was sleepy.

At that moment, all its wariness vanished.

Lazy to open its eyes for a glance at Wyatt Hawthorne, and lazily closed them again.

The orange tabby even found a comfortable position and buried its entire cat head into Wyatt Hawthorne’s embrace.

Serena Sinclair: ...

"Let’s go home!"

Wyatt Hawthorne turned and entered the elevator.

Not sure if Wyatt Hawthorne said it to her or the orange tabby.

Looking at the messy wet back seat.

Serena Sinclair hesitated for a few seconds, got off the car, and followed Wyatt Hawthorne into the elevator.