Chapter 2 Are You My Husband?

Serena Summers skimmed through the letter severing familial ties, ten lines at a glance, and without any hesitation signed her own name.

Behind her, Mr. Summers' hysterical swearing and Mrs. Summers' frustrated scolding as if hating that iron could not turn into steel.

Serena Summers gave an ironic smile, dragging her suitcase and walking away without looking back.

Late at night, the roadside was pitch-black.

The dim streetlights stretched the shadows along the road.

The light fell upon her, coating her in a light halo.

On her porcelain-white face, the stark imprint of a red slap was particularly visible, yet Serena felt an indescribable sense of relief.

This past month at the Summers Family, she had received no warmth of kinship, only disdain, mockery, and aversion.

Such a home, she might as well do without.

At this moment, a black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of Serena.

A white-haired yet sprightly man got out of the car, "Miss Summers, why are you alone here?"

Serena blinked, seemingly trying to recognize who he was.

Seeing that Serena did not respond, the man introduced himself with a smile, "Miss Summers, I am the butler of the Shaw Family, you can call me Uncle White."

Recently, Master Shaw has been looking for a marriage prospect for Mr. Lucas Shaw, having screened through the materials of all the suitable girls in S City.

Among them was Serena Summers.

The Summers Family and the Shaw Family had already made a verbal agreement.

The Summers Family would marry off their recently found daughter to the Shaw Family to bring joy and luck, and in return, the Shaw Family promised to help the Summers Family through their bankruptcy crisis.

Thus, the girl before him was likely to be the Shaw Family's future Young Madam.

Thinking this, Mr. White's gaze towards Serena contained a few more traces of affection.

He glanced at the suitcase next to Serena, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Summers, where are you intending to go?"

Serena's eyes were still slightly red, and, coupled with the clear slap mark on her face, she looked even more pitiful.

She raised her hand, pointing towards the Summers Family home not too far behind her, and said unclearly, "I... I've run away from home."

Perhaps, that was never her home.

It was Grace Summers' home.

Not hers.

Mr. White followed Serena's indicating direction with his eyes and understood in his heart.

This young lady, could it be that she'd had a conflict with her family?

"Miss Summers, it's late at night, and you alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, the car window on the other side slowly rolled down, revealing an incredibly handsome face.

The man had delicate features, his narrow phoenix eyes misted with a layer of moisture, blurring the stark black of his iris. His pallid, jade-like face had a hint of sickly paleness, adding a touch of vulnerable beauty to him.

He looked just like a bewitching fairy described in books, adept at enchanting people's hearts.

Serena gazed at that face, her heartbeat uncontrollably pounding, pushing the sorrow of being used by her family to the back of her mind.

"Get in the car."

The man's voice came from inside the car, deep and magnetic, yet carried not a trace of warmth, tainted with a hint of weakness.

Serena's eyes suddenly lit up.

His voice sounded nice too!!

She dropped her suitcase, ran to the car window, and stared unwaveringly at the man's face, asking, "Are you my husband?"

Surname Shaw, carrying an aura of frailty, yet with a face that would astonish everyone.

It should be impossible to find another that fit these criteria, right?

If her future husband looked like this, it seemed... she might not be opposed to accepting him.

Serena, a solid ten on the scale of beauty appreciation, stared straight at Lucas Shaw's face, and tears of admiration uncontrollably fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Cough cough cough!"

At these words, not only did Mr. White's jaw drop in astonishment, but even the man inside the car began to cough violently.

That pale face became abnormally flushed in an instant.

Lucas Shaw furrowed his brows, slightly annoyed, as his cold gaze shot over, with a hint of warning.

"What nonsensical things are you saying?"

What husband?

He hadn't agreed to marry her yet!

Serena Summers uttered a bewildered "Ah," her eyes instantly dimming, "Is that not so?"

She just knew it, The Summers Family harbored ill intentions.

If Mr. Lucas Shaw was really as handsome as they say, Grace Summers would certainly not be willing to hand him over to her!

Struggling to suppress his laughter, the butler hastily introduced, "Miss Summers, you've not mistaken, this is Mr. Lucas Shaw of the Shaw Family. Your future husband!"

Upon hearing this, the light returned to Serena's eyes.

The butler, observing the shift in Serena's expression, nodded in satisfaction.

Lucas Shaw's ears turned faintly red, and he glared fiercely at Mr. White.

"You talk too much."

His gaze swept over Serena and finally settled on the red swollen handprint, pausing slightly.

"Did you have a fight with your family?"

The man's fair fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the car window, his clear voice casual and nonchalant.

Serena replied truthfully, "I've cut ties with them!"

Lucas Shaw: "..."

Mr. White: "..."

Why does this young lady speak of cutting ties as calmly as if she's discussing 'what she had for lunch today'?

And even with an air of pride?

Propping her cheek with one hand, Serena's dark, lively eyes darted about, devoid of any sadness.

She stretched out her fair fingers and poked Lucas Shaw's arm, "Husband, your wife is about to be homeless."

So, take her in quickly!

That way, she could live with her husband every day!

Her porcelain face pleaded "take me in."

Like a stray cat casually discarded on the street, waiting for its owner to bring it home.

Lucas Shaw was never one to be easily moved, but at that moment, looking into the girl's clear eyes, his heart felt as if it was struck by something.

Compelled as if by a ghost, he opened the car door, allowing Serena to get in.

Serena sat joyfully beside Lucas Shaw, her eyes involuntarily curling with delight.

"You're so kind, husband!"

The girl's eyes were pure, her delight and jubilation undisguised.

Such sincere eyes, Lucas Shaw felt he hadn't seen them in a long time.

He remembered, it seemed, another pair of eyes like that.

Clean and clear, always brimming with water, ready to spill at any moment.

But, as time passed, memories faded, and he could no longer recall the little girl's face clearly.

He just remembered her always wearing a pair of braids, adorably to death.

Lucas Shaw looked down, lost in thought, when suddenly his arm felt heavy.

Turning his head, he saw the young girl hugging his arm, nuzzling it affectionately.

Her actions were filled with dependency.

Mr. White sat in front, glancing back through the rearview mirror at this scene and felt a surge of alarm.

The Shaw family knew that Mr. Lucas Shaw detested being touched by others.

Especially by women.

He silently prayed in his heart.

Praying fervently that Mr. Lucas Shaw wouldn't impulsively strangle his future Young Madam.

However, what he feared didn't happen.

Lucas Shaw merely glanced indifferently at Serena and said in a cool tone, "Let go."

"I won't let go, I won't!"

Serena's nose turned sour, her eyes swiftly filling with tears, looking pitifully at Lucas Shaw.

"Husband, do you not like me?"

A vein on Lucas Shaw's forehead twitched ever so slightly, as he forcefully suppressed the urge to toss her out of the vehicle.

At this moment, he deeply regretted not checking the almanac before leaving the house today.