Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 93 Massage the Ankle

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Massage the Ankle

The man’s deep, icy voice suddenly rang out.

"Excuse me, please."

The woman, as if under some spell, obediently stood up.

Lucas Shaw bent down and gently placed Serena Summers on the sofa to sit, then knelt on one knee and reached out to grasp her slender ankle.

This gesture sparked a flurry of spectating and screaming.

With his chiseled features and an aura of authority natural to those in a privileged position, Lucas emanated an intimidating presence that made people keep their distance.

However, at that moment, seeing him kneeling on one knee, with a gentle and affectionate expression, many women’s hearts began racing uncontrollably.

Who said Mr. Lucas Shaw was an ailing, dying man?

The way he just carried her princess-style was bursting with boyfriend vibes, okay?

And the kneeling on one knee? It was the very picture of a man proposing to the woman he loves.

So romantic!

Serena Summers was taken aback, her cheeks still flushed with red.

"What are you doing?"

"Be good, let me check your ankle, does it hurt?"

Lucas Shaw held her ankle, a slight frown creasing his brow.

He knew Serena was thin, but he hadn’t realized her ankles were so delicate and fragile, as if they might break with a little pressure.

Only then did Serena realize a pang of pain at her ankle.

She was wearing high heels about seven centimeters tall today.

While such a height would be nothing for many women, it was a sweet torment for Serena, who scarcely wore high heels.

Earlier, when Mr. Summers roughly pulled her, she staggered and accidentally twisted her foot.

Serena had been preoccupied with how to deal with Mr. Summers’ interference and had subconsciously ignored the pain.

She did not expect Lucas Shaw to notice it.

Looking at Lucas Shaw kneeling down, holding her ankle with such tenderness as if handling a rare treasure, her heart felt like it had been fiercely struck by something.

Her heart began beating uncontrollably.

Mr. Summers, however, was not feeling as wonderful.

Repeatedly ignored by Lucas Shaw, frustration began bubbling inside him.

He had merely intended to pull Serena to his side subconsciously, to have her prove her identity.

Who would have thought she was so delicate that she got hurt just like that?

Mr. Summers couldn’t help but show a look of disdain.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Serena obediently replied.

Seeing Serena’s smile and the absence of any sign of pain on her face, the worry in Lucas Shaw’s heart instantly subsided.

He put her shoes back on for her and slowly stood up.

Under the lights, the man’s most handsome profile looked deep and exquisite, his demeanor cold and aloof.

Even the action of massaging a woman’s ankle retained his noble elegance.

Many women in the audience were smitten.

Rumors said that Mr. Lucas Shaw was decisive and capricious, and anyone who crossed him met a bad end.

But who would have thought that this cold and fierce man would stoop so low to dote on a woman like this?

It appears rumors can’t always be trusted!

Lucas Shaw was completely unaware that his image in the eyes of others had undergone a radical shift.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Mr. Summers.

"If I’m not mistaken, Serena and your Summers Family have nothing to do with each other anymore, so whence the talk of in-laws?"

The man’s figure was tall and erect, his deep eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, exuding an air of superiority like one in command when looking at Mr. Summers.

Mr. Summers nervously swallowed his saliva, unsure how to defend himself at the moment.

In just half a minute, his forehead was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Mr. Lucas Shaw was indeed as ruthless and violent as his reputation suggested.

The so-called gentleness and affection were bestowed only upon Serena Summers.

Mr. Summers suddenly regretted that he had taken the initiative to provoke Lucas Shaw.

He was clearly a cold-blooded, merciless lone wolf.

"Mr. Shaw, please listen to me explain... this is all a misunderstanding."

"Oh? I would like to hear what kind of misunderstanding it is that made our Serena be willing to sever ties with the Summers Family."

Lucas Shaw’s thin lips curved slightly, a hint of interest surpassed by the profoundness in his black eyes.

Confronted with those icy, bone-chilling eyes, Mr. Summers felt his heart grow cold in an instant.

What could he say?

Should he publicly tell everyone that Henry Summers, in pursuit of family interests, offered his daughter, whom he had just found, to the Shaw Family to bring luck, and for this, his own daughter severed their father-daughter relationship?

No! He absolutely couldn’t say that.

"It’s just a child throwing a tantrum, not worth mentioning," Mr. Summers vaguely stated.

"Mr. Summers, if you can’t handle the game, don’t play. If you don’t want to mess up Grace’s engagement ceremony, then please stay away from me," Serena said as she stood up from the sofa, her gaze ice-cold as she looked towards Mr. Summers.

"What’s going on? Why is it so lively downstairs?"

Mrs. Summers, who had just changed into her formal dress, came down from upstairs to see a crowd of people gathered.

Today Mrs. Summers was in a particularly good mood, because it was Grace’s engagement ceremony.

Grace was the one she had watched grow up, and Mrs. Summers had given all her love to Grace.

To see Grace settled in a good home made her very happy as a mother.

Seeing Mr. Summers’ figure, Mrs. Summers quickly stepped forward.

"Henry, we have so many guests today, all respectable and influential people; why aren’t you out there welcoming them instead of being here?"

Mr. Summers’ face was extremely ugly, a glimmer of malice flashing in his eyes.

Only then did Mrs. Summers notice Serena and Lucas Shaw.

She frowned, a flash of disgust in her eyes.

"Why are you here? I don’t remember inviting you."

Mrs. Summers’ tone was ice-cold, her gaze filled with disdain when she looked at Serena, not at all like that of a mother.

On the contrary, it was more like she was looking at an enemy.

This recognition made the guests around them frown and become curious about what exactly had happened in the Summers Family.

Serena’s lips curved slightly, she gave Mrs. Summers an indifferent and estranged smile.

"Of course, it was Grace who personally invited me here, oh and by the way, there’s also that video on the internet."

At the mention of the video on the internet, Mrs. Summers’ complexion changed dramatically.

She glared at Serena with rage, "I haven’t even come to you for an account yet! Grace is always thinking of you with her kind heart, but what about you? You actually released a scandal video of Grace on the internet, wishing to ruin her reputation!"

At this statement, the surrounding guests were in an uproar.

What?

They hadn’t heard wrong, had they?

The scandal on the internet was released by Serena?

"Mrs. Summers, you can be reckless with your food, but not your words. Can you afford the consequences of slandering a member of the Shaw Family?"

Instinctively, Lucas Shaw took a step forward, standing in front of Serena, shielding her from Mrs. Summers’ cold and angry gaze.

"Slander? If it wasn’t because of her, Grace would never have had to suffer so much. The thing I regret most in my life is bringing such a calamity into the world!" Mrs. Summers became increasingly angry as she spoke.

That delicately made-up face, well-maintained, now bore several more grimaces of ferocity, looking particularly terrifying.

"The truth of the matter is clear in your own hearts. Mrs. Summers, does your Summers Family really take me for someone without a temper?"