After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 8: You’re Out Finding a Wild Man Before You’re Even Divorced?

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: You’re Out Finding a Wild Man Before You’re Even Divorced?

Claire Mercer glared at him indignantly and asked,

"What exactly did you do to me last night?"

Adrian Sutton gently straightened the pillow and sighed softly.

"Miss Mercer, perhaps you should try to remember... what you did to *me* last night?"

After he brought her back last night, she had been a sobbing mess, wailing about how some scumbag had hurt her and wiping her tears and snot all over him.

In her emotional state, she’d mistaken him for that scumbag Gavin Sinclair, pummeling and pinching him with surprising force.

And to top it off, she’d clung to him desperately, refusing to let him leave...

If anyone else had dared to treat him like that, their hands would have been long since broken.

But last night, that person had been her.

He only felt an unprecedented happiness. After all, hitting and scolding were signs of affection...

Even though Claire had only hit him because she thought he was that scumbag Gavin Sinclair, he didn’t care.

After hearing his words, Claire Mercer slowly began to recall the events of the previous night.

A few scattered fragments gradually surfaced in her mind.

’While she hadn’t done anything *too* out of line, her drunken antics were still mortifying!’

She fell silent.

"If you can’t remember, I can help jog your memory."

As he spoke, Adrian Sutton extended his arms in front of her. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Both arms were a mess of black and blue bruises, and there were even quite a few scratch marks.

Claire Mercer stared at the shocking injuries on Adrian Sutton’s arms, then squeezed her eyes shut in anguish. After taking a deep breath to compose herself and clearing her throat awkwardly, Claire said,

"Uh, sorry about that. I misunderstood, and I beat you up this badly..."

"It’s okay, Miss Mercer!"

Adrian Sutton looked obedient and considerate.

"As long as you don’t think I’m a pervert."

His eyes, gazing at her, were pure and clear, shimmering with a hint of innocence, like a child who had been wronged.

A pang of guilt pricked Claire Mercer’s heart.

’This guy has such a good temper?’

’She’d beaten him to a pulp, yet he wasn’t angry at all?’

’She had expected him to demand compensation, but instead, he’d just breezily said it was okay? As long as she didn’t think he was a pervert.’

’How is that possible?’

’Any other normal man would have been furious after being beaten, pinched, and cursed at like that.’

’Could it be that... he’s not all there in the head?’

’But his actions at the hospital that day didn’t seem like those of someone with mental problems.’

Claire Mercer stared at Adrian Sutton, her expression vigilant and wary.

After thinking for a long while, she finally figured out why he was being so good-natured and patient with her.

’She’d almost forgotten—he was a male escort!’

’No wonder he’d been smiling at her so humbly and eagerly, let alone getting angry.’

’As a proper male escort, he had to endure even the most demanding and difficult clients.’

’That must be part of the basic professional etiquette for a male escort.’

Having come to this realization, Claire Mercer relaxed considerably.

’As long as he wasn’t some twisted pervert, everything was manageable.’

Meanwhile, Adrian Sutton had no idea that Claire Mercer had already pegged him as a male escort. He was still emphasizing,

"Miss Mercer, I’m really not a pervert."

He didn’t want Claire to think he was a pervert.

Although, sometimes, he felt like one himself.

But he just adored her with pure intentions, wanting to see her every moment of every day.

Yet he couldn’t be by her side with a legitimate reason, which was why he couldn’t stop himself from hiding in dark corners to watch her in secret.

The moment he got off the plane, he learned she’d been in a car accident and had rushed to her hospital like a madman.

When he found out she was going to a club with her best friends to drink her sorrows away, he had secretly arranged to meet his own friends at the same club.

Speaking of which, he had Cynthia Sinclair to thank for creating this opportunity for him to be alone with her.

Last night had been the happiest night he’d had in many, many years.

Seeing him explain himself with such sincerity and urgency, Claire Mercer felt a little guilty.

’She was the one who had committed all those offenses against him last night, yet the moment she woke up, she’d called him a pervert...’

’Right now, she really felt like a terrible person.’

"I’m sorry. I was emotional just now and spoke without thinking. I apologize."

"For your injuries... I’ll pay for your medical expenses."

"And also, I’ll compensate you for your ruined clothes."

Adrian Sutton smiled gently. "There’s no need, Miss Mercer..."

"No, I insist. It can’t be easy for you to make money."

Adrian Sutton: ’Huh?’

’Not easy for him to make money?’

’It was true that starting his business had been incredibly difficult in the beginning.’

’But after eight years of development, CZ Group was now firmly on the right track.’

’The group’s subsidiaries covered numerous sectors, all with impressive achievements.’

’Now, his personal net worth had surpassed a trillion, making him the only person in the country to break into the top ten of the global billionaires list.’

’He was also the youngest and most mysterious entrepreneur ever to appear on the list.’

’Aside from a few of his closest confidants, no one in the world knew the true identity of this top-tier mogul.’

’Of course, Claire wouldn’t know either.’

’So, should he tell her?’

’There was nothing about himself he wanted to hide from her.’

’Everything he was, everything he had, he wanted to share with her.’

Just as he was about to open his mouth and confess, he heard Claire Mercer say with some difficulty,

"But I don’t have any cash on me right now. Can I borrow your phone? I’ll add you on WeChat and transfer the money in a bit."

’Claire was... asking to add him on WeChat?’

’Was he about to get her contact information so naturally?’

’Did he finally have a legitimate chance to contact Claire?’

’He’d had her phone number for ages, and every night he’d stare at it, full of anticipation, debating whether he should take the initiative and call.’

’But she was already married, and he didn’t want to disturb her life or cause her any unnecessary trouble.’

Now that Claire Mercer was actively asking for his WeChat, how could Adrian Sutton possibly remember his intention to confess?

His entire brain was reeling with the joy of her asking for his contact info, and his heart was bursting with ecstasy.

Unable to contain his excitement, he eagerly handed her his phone.

Claire Mercer froze for a second, looking at him in disbelief.

’Was he really that excited about her transferring him money?’

’Just how desperate for cash was he?’

’But it made sense, she supposed.’

’If he wasn’t short on money, he probably wouldn’t be working as a male escort to make a quick buck.’

Claire Mercer took Adrian Sutton’s phone and dialed her own number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

The moment Roxanne Peyton heard her voice, she came through loud and clear—and deafening.

"You brat, where the hell were you last night? Do you have any idea how worried Stella and I were?"

"You went to the bathroom, vanished, and didn’t even have your phone."

"We searched the whole club and couldn’t find you. Stella Thorne and I were so scared it sobered us up instantly. We were freaking out."

"We wanted to call the police, but you hadn’t been missing for twenty-four hours."

"We were so worried we didn’t sleep all night. We’re still waiting for you at the club entrance right now."

"I’m at... Where is this?" Claire Mercer whispered, covering the mouthpiece.

Adrian Sutton raised his voice slightly, his expression unchanged. "The Concord Hotel."

"...I’m at a hotel..."

Stella Thorne asked, "How did you end up at a hotel?"

"That’s not the point. The point is..." Roxanne Peyton’s voice cut in. "Why do I hear a man’s voice?"

"I thought I was hearing things, but you heard it too."

"Way to go, Claire. You just filed for divorce, and you’re already out finding a new man."

"Is he hot?"

"Does he have a good body?"

"Does he have an eight-pack?"

"Is he a fierce ’little wolf dog’ or a cute ’little milk dog’..."

"Please don’t tell me he’s some old, greasy uncle..."

As their gossipy, excited voices chattered on, Claire Mercer covered the phone and glanced at Adrian Sutton, her expression a little awkward.

"It’s not what you think. Just come pick me up first. I’ll explain when I get back."

After hanging up, Claire Mercer used his phone to add herself on WeChat.

"I’ve added myself as a friend from your WeChat. Once I get my phone back, I’ll transfer you the money for the medical bills, the clothes, and for booking you for the whole night."

Adrian Sutton’s smile froze on his face.

’Money for booking him for the night?’

’What did she mean by that?’

"I’ll transfer you a little extra. After all, you had a tough night."

’With a body like that and his heaven-defying looks, he left male celebrities in the dust.’

’Such a handsome guy had taken care of her all night, and even let her hit, curse, and pinch him...’

’She should definitely give him a big tip, especially since he was injured.’

After tidying herself up a bit, Claire Mercer spoke to Adrian Sutton with sincere earnestness.

"I think you should get out of the male escort business. After all, it’s not exactly a respectable profession to talk about."

"I don’t have any prejudice against the profession myself, but I think you should find a proper job. Working a steady, respectable nine-to-five is the right path."

"If that doesn’t work out, with your looks and physique, you could try becoming an online streamer."

"With your assets, you’d definitely attract the attention of a lot of young girls and rich older women.

"If you play your cards right, you might even become an internet celebrity."

Adrian Sutton listened very seriously, then asked with equal seriousness,

"Do you really want me to become a streamer?"

"Being a streamer is better than being a male escort at a club."

"But I’m not a male escort, I was just..."

’...trying to see her.’

’Even if it was just watching her from afar.’

But Adrian Sutton couldn’t bring himself to say those words right now. He was afraid he would scare her.

"I’m a staff member there."

’A high-end club that he himself invested in... that should count as being a staff member, right?’

Claire Mercer nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

"Miss Mercer, if I become a streamer, will you watch my streams?"

Claire Mercer wanted to say that she really had no interest in watching livestreams.

She had occasionally stumbled upon some male streamers before, and she found them so pretentious and cringey.

But when she met his expectant gaze, she found herself inexplicably nodding.

"I will!"

Adrian Sutton smiled.

’Since Claire was the one telling him to become a streamer, then a streamer he would become.’

’Besides, Claire would even come to watch him.’

And so, as soon as Claire Mercer left, Adrian Sutton immediately called for Hughes.

Hughes, on call 24/7, pushed open the door and entered.

"Boss."

"Get me everything I need for a livestream. I’m going to be a male streamer."