Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 158: Miss Your Husband? Give Him a Kiss

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Miss Your Husband? Give Him a Kiss

Serena Summers hesitated for a brief moment with a chopstick in hand, her expression indescribable.

How to put it, eating while being watched by a group of onlookers is inevitably a bit uncomfortable.

Serena Summers coughed softly twice, looking somewhat sheepish, and instructed the servant beside her, "Why don’t you take them downstairs for a drink of water, let them rest for a bit."

The servant promptly stepped forward and gestured to the others with an apologetic hand, "I am truly sorry, our Miss doesn’t like to be disturbed while eating."

"Madam, please enjoy your meal at your leisure, call us when you are done, and we will clear the tableware," the few staff responded with great tact, nodding respectfully to Serena Summers, then followed the servant out.

Serena Summers looked at the variety of delicious food in front of her and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.

Having not eaten for quite a while, her stomach feeling empty, now she felt like she could devour a whole cow.

She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.

The familiar delicious taste spread between her lips and teeth; Serena Summers blissfully squinted her eyes.

However, she didn’t have a big appetite, Lucas Shaw had ordered too much food, and she didn’t eat much.

Halfway through her meal, Serena Summers suddenly noticed a little red pig hidden amongst the dishes.

It was carved out of a carrot, its cartoonish form innocent and fumblingly looking at Serena Summers.

Clumsy and endearing.

Serena Summers picked up the little pig, looked it in the eye, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

No need to think about it, it must have been carved by Lucas Shaw, so ugly.

Serena Summers’ eyes curved, her heart filled with tenderness.

Upon closer examination, Serena Summers was surprised to find a bright red little heart painted on the back of the little pig, which looked particularly adorable.

Serena Summers leaned in closer, wanting to get a clearer view.

Below the little heart, there was a line of particularly small writing that was nearly invisible without close inspection.

"Sorry."

He must be really afraid that Brother would find out, huh? So cautious.

Serena Summers felt helpless, placed her bowl and chopsticks down, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the sunshine was perfect, filtering through the lush courtyard. From Serena Summers’ room, one could just see the direction of the main gate.

At this moment, a familiar car was stopped at the gate.

A man with a tall and slender figure stood straight at the front door.

Their gazes met across the distance, and the corners of their mouths curved up involuntarily.

For some reason, Serena Summers always had the feeling of being in a clandestine affair, even though they are a married couple with a certificate.

In the evening, people from Flavor Pavilion came again.

Serena Summers was leaning on the table, scribbling and drawing on the table surface, too focused to even lift her head, "Just put the things on the table."

After saying that, she immersed herself back into the drawings in front of her.

Staying here was simply too boring.

She could only draw something to pass the time.

Previously, she always drew designs for clothes, but today, the whole sheet of paper was filled.

All of them were drawings of Lucas Shaw, chibi version of Lucas Shaw.

With a plump little face and big eyes, the expressions were as cool as ever, but with a touch more cuteness.

The little figure that Serena Summers was drawing wore a suit and leather shoes, yet was biting on a lollipop that didn’t match his aura at all.

It was just too adorable, Serena Summers couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Is it that funny?"

Just then, a deep, husky voice with a touch of danger suddenly sounded overhead.

Serena Summers was stunned, thinking she was hallucinating.

She suddenly lifted her gaze, only to meet a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.

The man had a tall and slender figure, perfectly proportioned, his handsome face becoming more profound and three-dimensional under the light, with a pair of dark eyes slightly squinting, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Hubby?" Serena stared blankly at the man before her, momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Lucas Shaw extended his warm palm, gently placing it on Serena’s head and tenderly caressing her, his low and husky voice mixed with a hint of laughter, "What? Can’t recognize me after just a few days?"

Feeling the warmth on the top of her head, Serena’s nose tingled, and she felt like crying.

She stood up from her chair, opened her arms, and threw herself into the man’s embrace.

Lucas Shaw also opened his arms, pulling the little person he had longed for day and night into his embrace, tightening his arms as firm as steel, as if wanting to fuse her into his bones and blood, never to part again.

These past few days, Lucas Shaw had been reflecting on himself.

He indeed had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband, but he was determined to make serious corrections in the future.

"Hubby, I’ve missed you so much." Serena nestled her cheek deeply into the man’s chest, rubbing against him dependently, her lips slightly tilted upwards, her clear, bright almond eyes brimming with a gentle smile.

Lucas’s lips curved slightly, relaxing his tense face a bit.

His broad palm gently stroked Serena’s soft hair, his voice low as he coaxed her, "Be good, call out for me again."

It was the most common of terms of endearment, yet when uttered by her sweet voice, it was imbued with an extra dose of sweetness.

Lucas Shaw felt he could never hear it enough.

"Hubby, hubby, hubby..."

Serena complied excessively, repeating the term of endearment over and over.

Lucas’s chin rested on top of Serena’s head, his gaze drooping, the color in his eyes deepening.

"Good girl, do you miss hubby?"

"I do!"

"Then... how about a kiss?"

Lucas loosened his grip around Serena a bit, bending down slightly to accommodate the height of his petite girl.

Serena’s cheeks reddened, realizing that in just the few days they had been apart, her husband had become even more flirtatious.

Just a few words from him made her blush and her heart race.

And that face, usually cold and indifferent, was now breaking into a light smile, as if glaciers were melting in an instant, softening her heart.

Serena wrapped her slender, fair arms around the man’s neck, bringing her soft lips to his.

The moment their lips touched, Lucas Shaw felt his heart tremble fiercely.

Her lips against his were unbelievably soft.

Lucas held his breath in nervousness, his broad palm cradling the back of her head, leaving her no chance to pull away.

Gently and delicately at first, then deepening the kiss, he pried open her pure white teeth, savoring her sweetness.

Lucas Shaw felt his heart was about to leap out; even if Serena did nothing, merely her presence exerted a fatal attraction on him.

Had it not been for Serena’s little face turning red, her soft, boneless hands pressing against his chest in a silent protest, he would have wished to kiss her until the end of time.

At this moment, not wanting his beloved wife to suffocate during the kiss, Lucas Shaw reluctantly, but gently, released her.

Serena felt weak all over, especially her legs, which would have given way if not for Lucas’s arms supporting her waist.

Serena pouted her lips slightly, giving him a disgruntled look.

However, that look held no killing power.

Her fair skin blushed a soft pink, shy like a newly bloomed flower, enchanting and captivating.

Her glittering eyes were misted with a layer of water, redness at the corners adding a seductive charm.

One more glance, and he could hardly resist the urge to sin.