Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 161: Trade a Punch for a Wife, Bloody Profit without Loss

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Trade a Punch for a Wife, Bloody Profit without Loss

The man lowered his eyes, and the light above cast two thin shadows over his eyelids.

His well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the A4 paper, his tone carrying a casual and languid air, "Big uncle, do you need me to read this out loud for Serena?"

Edward Selwyn’s eyelids twitched severely, and instantly, three black lines appeared on his forehead.

He snatched the family rules, his tone icy, "No need."

"Lucas Shaw, remember what you said today. Serena is not the orphan the outside world speaks of; she is my, Edward Selwyn’s, junior sister. If you dare to bully her, I will never let you off."

Lucas Shaw nodded seriously, his voice earnest, "Serena is not an orphan; she is my wife. I wouldn’t let anyone be wronged, especially her."

Edward Selwyn nodded slightly with reluctant satisfaction, still with a cold expression, "It better be that way."

He paused before adding, "Tomorrow at noon I will administer the last acupuncture treatment to Serena, and afterward, you can take her home."

After speaking, he squinted his eyes and gave Lucas Shaw a cold glance, "I hope these past few days have taught you a lesson. Our Serena is not one to be bullied. If there is a next time, I will never give you the chance to see her again."

"I understand, thank you big uncle," Lucas Shaw stood tall, gently smoothing out his slightly wrinkled suit, his expression grave.

Hearing the term "big uncle," Edward Selwyn’s temples tightly clenched again.

He took a deep breath and silently told himself: Don’t get angry, don’t get angry!

After all, if I were to fall ill, who else would protect Serena?

At this moment, Serena Summers was pacing anxiously in her room, occasionally glancing towards the door.

As time ticked by and neither of them returned, Serena grew more and more anxious.

No, this won’t do!

She had to go see for herself!

What if her husband was being bullied?

Serena clenched her small fists and walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to open it, the doorknob suddenly turned.

Then the door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a tall figure.

Serena’s eyes lit up and she threw herself at the person in front of her, "Husband, you’re finally back, wuuu I was so worried!"

Seeing that Lucas Shaw had come back safely, Serena quietly breathed a sigh of relief and buried her fair cheeks into his chest, rubbing gently.

Lucas Shaw laughed in a low, husky voice, and gently rubbed the girl’s soft hair with his palm, "I’m fine, don’t worry. Your senior brother probably won’t stop us from seeing each other anymore."

"Really?" Serena slowly lifted her little face from his embrace, only then noticing a severe bruise on the man’s face.

She opened her mouth in surprise, stood on tiptoe, and gently touched it with her soft, fair fingertips, "Husband, are you hurt? Did senior brother hit you?"

"Hiss..." As the soft fingertips touched his cheek, Lucas Shaw suddenly inhaled sharply, which startled Serena and made her retract her hand immediately, her anxiety sky-high.

"Husband, are you alright?"

Looking into Serena’s eyes full of concern, Lucas Shaw felt a warm current wash over his heart, but even more so, guilt.

He knew well this young girl couldn’t take much teasing, and in just a short while, her eyes had reddened.

Lucas Shaw immediately wrapped his arms around Serena’s slender and soft waist, pulling her into his embrace, "Don’t worry, I’m totally fine."

One punch in exchange for a wife.

An absolute bargain!

"I’ll apply the medicine for you."

Serena Summers paid no heed to Lucas Shaw’s consolation, even feeling that he was putting on a brave front.

Lucas Shaw felt a bit helpless; how could he tell Serena that he was just pretending a moment ago, hoping to make Serena care more about him?

Serena pulled Lucas Shaw to sit at the edge of the bed, fetched the medicine box from the cabinet, found the ointment, and applied it on Lucas Shaw.

The soft pads of her fingers, the cool salve gently stroking his face, made Lucas Shaw’s mind run wild.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Serena’s fair and delicate face, as his Adam’s apple moved up and down unnoticed, his eyes filled with desire.

However, Serena was too focused and did not notice anything unusual.

"Done." Having applied the ointment, Serena withdrew her hand and was about to stand up to put the medicine box back.

Yet her wrist was suddenly grasped, and looking up in astonishment, she saw Lucas Shaw slowly leaning in.

"Serena, come back to the Shaw Family with me tomorrow, back to the home that belongs to the two of us."

"Our... home?" Serena’s eyes widened in surprise.

Lucas Shaw gently rubbed the top of Serena’s hair and explained in a gentle tone, "It’s the house I took you to on the day we got our marriage license. I’ve lived there all these years, and from now on, it will be our home."

Serena suddenly remembered the villa that Lucas Shaw had taken her to on the day they got their marriage license.

Naturally, she was pleased not to meet with Elena Ryan and Sylvia Lane again, and quickly agreed.

Yet Serena was unaware that Elena Ryan and Sylvia Lane had already been driven out of the Shaw Family by Lucas Shaw.

At this time, the Ryan Family was in disarray.

Ever since Elena Ryan was sent back home, she hadn’t had a moment’s peace, constantly cursing Lucas Shaw and Serena Summers and even smashing things around the house, causing chaos in the household.

Old Master Ryan had only this one daughter, pampered from a young age; he never expected that a disaster from over two decades ago would turn his daughter into what she was now.

He felt both heartbroken and guilty, but even more than that, he was angry.

This afternoon, Elena Ryan became furious because the porridge cooked in the kitchen did not suit her taste.

Without a word, she overturned the porcelain bowl onto the ground, the hot soup scalding the servant’s hand, causing redness and quickly forming blisters.

"Ah!" The servant cried out in pain, biting her lip as tears streamed down her face.

Yet Elena Ryan didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty; instead, she thought the servant was overly sensitive.

Just a small injury, what’s there to cry about?

That such a person could stay in the Ryan Family was truly without any sense of discipline.

Unlike the Shaw Family, where all the servants had to obey her, no matter what she did, those servants did not dare to express any complaints.

However, she was unaware that after every one of her capricious acts, Master Shaw would go and humbly apologize to the servants with a bowed head and compensate them generously.

Master Shaw always felt guilty towards Elena Ryan, which is why he tolerated her to such an extent.

But there were no such rules in the Ryan Family.

Old Master Ryan, leaning on his cane, came downstairs from the upper floor. Hearing the painful cries of the servant, he immediately quickened his pace.

As he came down, he saw the scene unfold.

The servant painfully clenched her hand, the wound on the back of it a shocking sight.

Yet Elena Ryan not only lacked any sense of guilt but instead rebuked, "Such a crybaby, can’t handle a bit of pain, how do you have the audacity to stay in the Ryan Family? Pack your things and get out right now!"

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