Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 100: One Must Continuously Cherish His Own Wife While Kneeling

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: One Must Continuously Cherish His Own Wife While Kneeling

"Forget it, tell me when you want to talk about it."

Looking at Serena Summers’ furrowed brow, Lucas Shaw helplessly compromised.

It was nothing significant.

As long as Serena stayed by his side, nothing else mattered.

A doting look flashed through his profound, dark eyes.

There was no way around it.

His wife could only be spoiled incessantly on bended knees.

Serena Summers giggled and shifted her position, straddling the man’s knees.

Her arms, fair and slender like lotus stems, slowly wrapped around the man’s neck, her lips finding his Adam’s apple.

"Honey, you’re so good!"

Lucas Shaw looked down, a dark gleam crossing the black depths of his eyes, his thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, almost without any gaps.

Lucas Shaw could distinctly feel the warmth radiating from the girl.

"Flirting with me again."

Lucas Shaw sighed helplessly.

Serena Summers cocked her head, a sly spark flashing in her eyes.

Her lips curved slightly, wearing a captivating smile.

Her fair and luminous fingertips gently caressed the man’s throat, trailing downward, finally resting on his chest.

Lucas Shaw felt an intense heat throughout his body, his mouth dry and tongue parched.

An inexplicable flame of desire grew within him, refusing to be extinguished.

He lifted the girl’s lovely chin and pressed his lips to the highly desired lips.

Serena Summers’ lips were unbelievably soft, filled with a sweet fragrance, slowly driving Lucas Shaw into disarray.

With one hand on Serena’s tender, slender waist and the other cupping the back of her head, he gave her no chance to escape.

"What are you doing! Umm..."

Serena Summers was caught off guard by Lucas Shaw’s kiss and almost felt like crying.

The uniquely fresh scent of the man enveloped her.

She could clearly see every pore on the man’s handsome face and feel the strong, powerful beats of his heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucas Shaw finally released Serena Summers.

She gasped for air, her clear eyes glaring fiercely at Lucas Shaw.

"I didn’t agree to your kiss yet!"

Her tone was gentle, like the soft whispers of a southern dialect with a melody that vied to hook one’s heart unwittingly.

Lucas Shaw lounged lazily against the chair, his profound eyes watching the enchanting little demon in his arms, thinking that he had truly fallen this time.

Fallen completely.

How could he bear to let go of such a wonderful Serena?

Lucas Shaw’s lips curled at the ends, his finger lightly grazing her slightly swollen lips.

"Behave, don’t tempt me, or else I can’t promise to stop at just a kiss."

An unjustly accused Serena Summers pouted her lips.

How had she tempted him?

She clearly hadn’t done anything.

Yet, Serena Summers did not realize that even when she did nothing, she still held a fatal attraction for Lucas Shaw.

"It’s all your fault; you’ve kissed all my lipstick away," Serena Summers complained as she checked her reflection in a small mirror.

Lucas Shaw furrowed his brow, murmuring lowly: "No wonder it tasted strange today, it was the lipstick..."

"What was strange!" Serena Summers glared at Lucas Shaw.

At this moment, she was coquettishly enchanting, the corners of her eyes tinted with an unusual flush, her gaze shimmering ever so captivatingly, tempting one to indulge in them.

Lucas Shaw’s eyes darkened, and subtle changes began taking over his body.

Serena Summers, curious not having received a response, tilted her head and saw Lucas Shaw covering his eyes with both hands, his temples throbbing violently as he seemed to be restraining something.

"Honey, what’s wrong?" Serena asked in a low voice.

"...It’s nothing." Lucas’s voice was deep and husky, with an indescribable magnetism.

Serena frowned with concern and quickly reached out to take his pulse.

However, the moment her hand touched his wrist, he suddenly shook it off.

Serena looked up in astonishment and heard Lucas Shaw say in a low voice, "Serena, get off me!"

"What’s wrong with you?" Instead of getting off, Serena deliberately moved forward.

Suddenly, Serena touched something.

"Honey, are you hiding something? It’s quite uncomfortable." She blinked in confusion.

"Boom..."

A thunderclap exploded in Lucas Shaw’s mind, and his heart started to beat uncontrollably.

"Oh, I know now!"

Serena’s cheerful voice came from beside him, Lucas instinctively held his breath, his body stiffened.

His mind was in chaos, wishing he could find a crack to crawl into.

However, Serena, unaware of his embarrassment, crisply said, "Honey, you’re turned on!"

Lucas Shaw: "..."

Lucas Shaw gave a helpless wry smile.

Previously, even if a woman stood naked in front of him, he would not be moved, but now... Just a simple kiss, and he could not control the beast inside.

His little girl probably didn’t know how much charm she really had.

Lucas Shaw felt that all the lovely vocabulary he could think of was not enough to describe Serena.

Serena seemed not to feel how embarrassed Lucas Shaw was at the moment.

She wrapped her arms around Lucas Shaw’s neck, burying her cheeks in his shoulder and gently rubbing against it.

"Honey, do you need help?"

Lucas Shaw felt as if his heart was being roasted on fire, scorching hot.

He tenderly touched Serena’s hair, saying, "I’m fine."

He did not want their first time to be in a car; it would be unfair to Serena.

"Honey, then hold on! It’s still half an hour until we get home."

Lucas Shaw: "..."

The veins on his temple throbbed violently, he quickly stretched out his arm, grabbed Serena by the waist, and threw her onto the adjacent seat.

"Sit tight, don’t move."

Serena knew that now was not the time to agitate him, and quickly shut her mouth.

Soon, the car returned to the Shaw Family.

As soon as the car stopped, Lucas Shaw quickly returned to the bedroom.

The butler was just about to greet him when he noticed Lucas Shaw walked past him without a glance.

Seeing Serena getting off the car, the butler hurriedly asked, "Madam, what happened to the young master?"

"It’s nothing serious, just feeling a bit unwell." Serena responded vaguely.

"The young master is feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor? Oh, what am I thinking, madam, you are a doctor. If you need any help, just let me know."

Serena smiled in response and quickly went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, Serena heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.

Lucas Shaw was showering.

Thinking of a certain possibility, Serena couldn’t help but laugh mischievously.

Worried that her laughter might be heard, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

Serena picked up the phone, her brow furrowing.

It was a strange number.

Yet it felt eerily familiar.