Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 51 - I Like You

She could hardly imagine someone spending ten to twenty hours each day tirelessly on one thing.

Persisting for as long as she did today was already her limit.

Thinking about this, Serena suddenly felt a little sad.

Since childhood, Serena knew she was different from her senior brother and those classmates.

Just standing in a crowd, she felt out of place.

So from childhood to adulthood, even though Serena finished university just like a normal kid, she still couldn’t make friends like a normal person.

Lucas Shaw was the only person she had cared about for over a decade.

Lucas, driving, suddenly sensed the sadness emanating from Serena and momentarily faltered.

He hesitated momentarily, then placed his palm on Serena’s head gently caressing it.

“Serena, is there something you really like?”

“You,” Serena answered without thinking.

Hearing the answer, Lucas was momentarily stunned, then chuckled lightly, “Besides me?”

Serena propped her chin, pondered for a moment, then shook her head, “Nothing else.”

Lucas fell silent for a moment, then stopped the car by the roadside, “Serena, do you really like me?”

“I do.”

“How much do you like me?”

Serena blinked blankly, not sure how to describe it.

Lucas wasn’t annoyed, and just looked earnestly at Serena, softly asking, “Love comes in many forms, Serena, what kind is yours towards me?”

Lucas raised his hand, gently straightening Serena’s hair beside her temple to behind her ear, his voice gentle, “It’s okay, take your time.

You are still young and inexperienced.

I’m asking these only hoping you won’t regret the decisions you make now later.”

His girl was too naive, perhaps not quite understanding what love really is.

Wouldn’t it be worse than a beast to take advantage of her vulnerability now?

He had plenty of time now to wait for her to clarify her feelings.

He could wait.

Lucas gently curved his lips, a determined glint appearing in his dark eyes.

Soon, the car slowly drove into the Shaw Mansion, and the servants hurried to greet them.

“Second Young Master, you’re back?”

Lucas closed the car door, hummed a response softly, then opened the passenger door and lifted the sleeping Serena in his arms, striding into the villa.

The young girl slept soundly, showing no sign of waking up.

The tender cheeks pressed against his chest, the faint breath sprayed on his shirt, her red lips slightly mouthing, opening and closing.

Lucas Shaw helplessly tightened his grip around Serena Summers’ hand and quickened his pace.

Elena Ryan came down from upstairs and saw Lucas Shaw carrying Serena upstairs, she couldn’t help frowning slightly, “Public displays of affection in broad daylight, what kind of decorum is this?

With so many elders in the house, it’s a laughing stock!”

Lucas Shaw paused in his steps, his lifted smile instantly forming a straight line.

He looked up, making eye contact with Elena Ryan on the stairs, his eyes full of scorn, “Even if it’s shameful, it’s my shame, what does it have to do with you?”

“You!” Elena Ryan’s breath hitched, a shocked look on her face as she stared at Lucas Shaw, “I am your mother!”

“Do you qualify?” Lucas Shaw scoffed coldly, his dark eyes swirling with tempestuous waves.

His thin lips slightly parted, the corners lifting in a cold curve, the words he spoke made Elena Ryan’s legs weaken, almost causing her to fall.

“Since I was born, have you ever held me even once?

Have you ever cared for me?

Every parent-teacher meeting, it was always Grandfather who went, what about you?

Where were you during the years I needed a mother the most?”

Lucas Shaw stared at the woman in front of him, feeling a sense of absurdity rising from within.

“Since you chose to abandon me before, what right do you now have to act righteously as my mother?

Do you qualify?”

Lucas Shaw averted his gaze, took a step forward, paused slightly as he passed Elena Ryan, and warned in a low voice: “Whatever happens to Serena, it’s not your place to interfere.

Do you really think you’re a mother-in-law?

Do you qualify?”

With that, he went upstairs without looking back.

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Elena Ryan stood rooted to the spot, her red lips trembling slightly, her chest heaving with anger.

Seeing this, a servant hurriedly came to support her.

“Madam, are you alright?”

Elena Ryan’s face was pale as she slowly shook her head, “I’m fine.”

She looked upstairs, feeling somewhat uneasy in her heart, “What kind of love potion has that wretched girl fed Lucas to make him not even recognize his own mother!”

Hearing this, the servant couldn’t help showing a pained expression, silently cursing in his heart: “Sir is not doing this because of Mrs.

Serena.

Don’t you have any clue why?”

Over the years, Elena Ryan had never shown Lucas Shaw a shred of kindness.

After moving out, Lucas occasionally came back to visit Master Shaw.

Every time Elena Ryan saw him, she couldn’t help but mock him relentlessly, using the most venomous words on him.

Words like “disaster star,” “ruthless,” “should have strangled you in your swaddle” were countless.

Even a heart as tough as his, being stabbed by such venomous words from his own mother, must be unbearable, right?

The servant watched Elena Ryan’s angry face, at a loss for words for a moment.

Upstairs.

Lucas Shaw laid Serena Summers on the bed, casually pulling the covers over her, his handsome face full of gloom.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Serena’s sleeping face, the anger he had been forcefully holding back gradually easing.

He extended his hand, the broad palm gently caressing the girl’s tender, fair cheek.

His palm was filled with the warmth of her cheeks, as Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, his thin lips curving into a bittersweet arc.

From birth, he had been an existence not blessed.

His biological father disregarded him, his biological mother wished she could strangle him herself.

Grandfather and elder brother cherished him out of guilt.

Adrian Shaw admired him because he could shield him in the entertainment industry, smoothing his path to stardom.

No one had ever, like Serena Summers, approached him with the hottest, most sincere emotions, rushing towards him regardless of everything.

Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, his dense eyelashes lightly twisting, casting a small shadow at the edge of his eyelids, also hiding the complex emotions in his eyes.

He slowly leaned forward, approaching Serena’s cheek, his dark eyes brewing a storm.