Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: You’re Not Jealous, Are You?

Serena Summers exclaimed in surprise and, by the time she recovered her senses, found her entire upper body dangling over a man’s shoulder.

Adrian Holt carried Serena on his shoulder, striding out of the nightclub with his long and straight legs.

Serena’s cheeks were flushed, blood seemingly gathering instantly on her face, bringing a wave of scorching heat.

“Adrian Holt, put me down!” She struggled to get off the man, her legs flailing nonstop.

“Be good.”

Adrian Holt carried her all the way to the car, opened the passenger door, and placed her inside.

Finally put down, Serena’s cheeks were so hot it was as though they were burning.

“You, you… do you even know what you’re doing?”

How could he carry her out like this? She wondered if anyone had seen her face.

It was so embarrassing.

Adrian Holt cast his gaze downward, his eyes falling on the girl’s little face, which had turned red with shyness, and his pupils darkened a shade deeper.

He leaned in, propping his arm on the back of the passenger seat, trapping Serena against his chest, and his lips curved into a small smile.

“Mrs. Shaw, you’ve been living it up these past two years, haven’t you? Drinking? Clubbing? Hmm?”

Locking eyes with Adrian Holt’s dark and deep gaze, Serena suddenly felt uneasy.