Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 16 - You homewrecker!

He looked down to find Serena, who had somehow curled up into his arms, a little bundle.

An arm hidden underneath the covers was tightly wrapped around his muscular waist.

A pale petite face was deeply buried in his chest, with slightly parted lips from which a transparent and unidentified liquid seemed to be flowing out, wetting his sleep robe.

Lucas Shaw: “…”

The dark depths of Lucas Shaw’s eyes fixated on the moist spot, his handsome face showing a hint of distaste.

He carefully removed the arm wrapped around his waist and slowly got out of bed.

And Serena, deep in sleep, was completely unaware that she had been a cause for disdain.

She slept exceptionally well and even dreamt of Lucas Shaw’s figure.

When she went downstairs in the morning, Serena found the dining room already full of people.

Her eyes swept over them and she couldn’t help inwardly admiring the strong genes of the Shaw family.

Uniformly handsome men and beautiful women.

Even though Master Shaw was aged, one could still tell how dashing he had been in his youth.

“Serena’s awake?

Come sit down for breakfast.”

When Master Shaw saw Serena coming down the stairs, he hurriedly waved with a smile.

His usually stern face now bore a smile, looking far less cold and severe than before.

Master Shaw’s attitude towards Serena stunned everyone present.

Last night, except for Master Shaw, the Shaw family members had all gone to a banquet.

When they returned home after the party ended, they heard that Lucas Shaw had brought back a girl.

They were originally very curious, but Master Shaw, worried they would disturb the young couple, immediately imposed a ban, forbidding everyone from going upstairs.

Now, the Shaw family was even more curious about Serena.

This morning, not having seen Serena, everyone felt a bit disappointed.

But now, seeing Serena coming down the stairs in her pajamas, a spark of gossip flashed in their eyes.

Aware of the various gazes on her, Serena pursed her lips, then curled a charming, radiant smile on her face, “Good morning Grandpa!

Good morning husband!”

Master Shaw’s smile deepened a few degrees, “Good morning Serena, how was your sleep last night?

Lucas’s room has always been quite plain; I hope you don’t mind.”

“Grandpa,” Lucas Shaw frowned in displeasure, “you should be asking me that.”

The little miss had an especially sweet sleep last night, continuously burrowing into his arms.

Lucas Shaw, who had never experienced the taste of a woman before, was restlessly enticed and couldn’t shake free.

Despite feeling sleepy in the latter half of the night, he kept hovering on the edge of sleep, almost dozing off and then suddenly jolting awake.

Hearing this, Master Shaw glared at his grandson, but when he looked at Serena, his face was full of affection, “Serena, let me introduce you.

You’ve already met this person; she’s Lucas’s mother, and from now on, she’s your mother too.”

Serena Summers curled her lips, thinking that a wicked woman didn’t deserve to be called “Mom” by her.

Elena Ryan stared at Serena’s disdainful expression, and instantly her anger flared up.

“Didn’t your mother teach you to respect your elders?”

“I don’t have a mom.” Serena rested her arms on the dining table, propping up her cheeks with her hands, a serious look on her face.

She was stating the facts.

Previously, she only had her master and senior brother.

Now that she had severed ties with the Summers Family, she had never had a mother.

But Elena Ryan misunderstood.

She looked at Serena’s nonchalant demeanor and immediately felt provoked.

Elena wanted to reprimand her, but before she could speak, Master Shaw interjected.

“Serena, this is your Second Uncle Nathaniel Shaw, Second Aunt Evelyn Hart, and their daughter Clara Shaw.”

Vincent Shaw, Lucas Shaw’s father, never made an appearance.

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Master Shaw didn’t mention a word about this son.

It was rumored that Vincent and Elena Ryan’s relationship had soured, and he had been living outside for years, with occasional scandals involving young models and beauties.

This had infuriated Master Shaw to the point of almost kicking him out of the Shaw household.

Her husband really had it rough.

No love from father, no love from mother.

Just like her.

Serena collected her thoughts and greeted Shaw Family’s second branch with a smile.

Second Uncle Nathaniel Shaw was a famous photographer in Corland, having taken photos for many celebrity influencers.

He was dressed in a black casual outfit, well-maintained physique revealing his frequent exercise regimen.

Second Aunt Evelyn Hart wore delicate makeup, her eyes radiating shrewdness.

Although she was slightly less attractive than Elena Ryan, she was younger.

Clara Shaw, the only daughter of the second branch, had been spoiled since childhood, so her nature was somewhat arrogant.

Seeing Serena looking over, Clara Shaw huffed coldly and glared back fiercely, “What are you looking at!

You homewrecker, you vixen!

Do you think you’re fit to even think about my cousin?”

“Slap—”

The moment Clara’s words ended, a jarring sound of clashing cutlery came from the opposite side.

She focused and saw that Lucas Shaw, who had been silent with downcast eyes, had lifted his head at some point, staring at her with a gloomy gaze.

Clara Shaw’s shoulders twitched violently, and she was so scared that she quickly averted her gaze, her face draining of color.

“Clara Shaw, who taught you to talk like this?

Serena is your second sister-in-law!”

Clara Shaw’s lips moved slightly, her neck stiffening as she said, “Everyone in the Shaw family knows that Sister Sylvia loves my second cousin.

Now that this evil woman has stolen him, what is Sister Sylvia supposed to do?”

Lucas Shaw’s eyes narrowed slightly, his words deliberate, “Clara Shaw, apologize to your sister-in-law.”

“I won’t!”

“I’ll say it one last time.

Apologize.”

Clara Shaw looked into Lucas Shaw’s cold, dark eyes, terror reaching its peak.

But thinking of how Sylvia Lane had wept in distress the previous night after hearing about Lucas Shaw’s marriage, Clara suddenly felt emboldened.

“Am I wrong?

If it weren’t for this despicable woman stealing you, you and Sister Sylvia would definitely be together!”

“Clara, stop talking.” Evelyn Hart, seeing Lucas’s expression growing darker, hurriedly tugged at her sleeve.

But it was too late.

Lucas Shaw’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips traced a mocking curve, “Even if Serena Summers didn’t exist, I would never marry Sylvia Lane.

Have you forgotten why Sylvia Lane went abroad to study?”