Chapter 5: Courting Death?

"My master said that in this world, no one is indispensable to another. Attachment that comes from humble begging is too cheap."

She certainly doesn't want any attachment that has to be forced!

All of The Summers Family thought that she lived in the countryside, unloved and uncared for.

Being brought back to become the precious young Miss of the Summers Family was supposed to be an unparalleled honor.

She was supposed to be grateful and fawning.

But they didn't know that the things they prided themselves on never mattered to Serena Summers in the slightest.

In such a short time, Lucas Shaw had refreshed his understanding of her once again.

A normal person would either retaliate decisively or endure the bullying quietly for the sake of so-called kinship.

But the little one seemed to have neither response.

Everyone else thought she couldn't live without The Summers Family, little did they know that she truly didn't care about these things.

He raised his hand, awkwardly ruffling Serena Summers' fluffy little head, enunciating each word, "From now on, eat whatever you want, do whatever you want, without any concerns."

"If anyone dares to bully you, tell me. I'll have your back."

Lucas Shaw's face darkened as if ink could drip from it, permeated by a deep and cold aura.

The Summers Family?

Good, he took note of that.

Mr. White sat in the passenger seat, appearing unflappable as a pine on the surface, but in reality, his ears were perked up, carefully listening to the conversation coming from behind.

Hearing Serena Summers' words made his heart sink too.

He had heard rumors that the recently recovered Miss of the Summers Family had a spoiled and obstinate character, acting arrogant and overbearing, even having a few screws loose.

He had silently lamented such a pity.

But how could someone who decisively cut ties with The Summers Family be out of their mind?

It seems that the people of The Summers Family are not only foolish but also have poor vision.

Mr. White shook his head in secret, having already blacklisted The Summers Family in his heart.

Soon after, the car slowly stopped in front of a European-style villa.

Serena Summers leaned against the window, curiously surveying the outside.

The villa's style was quite unique; upon entering the yard, one could see an expansive flower bed and a large fountain.

In the center stood a towering sculpture.

Stepping into the living room was like entering a European palace, opulent and grand with decorations that exuded an understated luxury.

"Hubby, hubby, is this our home?"

Serena Summers trotted over to Lucas Shaw's side, mimicking Mr. White's movement as she supported Lucas Shaw.

Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, meeting a pair of sparkling eyes.

The words of denial that were in his throat rolled around once, and in the end, he resigned himself with an affirming "Hmm."

Serena Summers' interest was piqued, and she eagerly pulled Lucas Shaw forward, "Hubby, where is your room? I want to take a look."

After speaking, she even stopped in her tracks, tilting her head to look up at him.

Her eyes were filled with sincerity and anticipation.

Who could say no to that?

Lucas Shaw rubbed his brow with a hint of annoyance, and casually pointed toward a direction on the second floor.

Mr. White watched his young master in this resigned and indulgent state, secretly marvelling.

The second floor was a private territory of the second young master, where apart from cleaning staff, no one else was allowed.

Even the family patriarch and the eldest son rarely entered.

That the second young master had so readily agreed to allow Miss Serena Summers to enter today?

It seems that Miss Serena Summers holds an extraordinary place in the second young master's heart.

He could barely contain his excitement, wishing he could immediately share this good news with the family patriarch and the eldest son.

But Lucas Shaw glanced at him indifferently, not speaking, but with a warning clear in his eyes.

Mr. White chuckled awkwardly, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and hurriedly went to assist Lucas Shaw.

"Young master, please."

"Young master, watch your step."

Lucas Shaw's thin lips were tightly pursed, his cold gaze flickered briefly at the housekeeper, and though an explanation reached the edge of his tongue, he ultimately did not utter it.

He sighed, "Let's go, let's go upstairs to have a look."

On the second floor.

Serena Summers had been searching from room to room, finally finding Lucas Shaw's room at the end of the hallway.

His room was even more spartan than her room at the Summers Family's residence.

Drab and desolate, it hardly seemed a place fit for human dwelling.

Aside from a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table, there was almost nothing else.

The only decorations were perhaps the two pieces of European minimalist style art hanging on the wall and the lamp on the bedside table.

As such, the spacious room seemed unusually empty.

On the large bed were dark blue sheets and bedding.

The balcony was stark and deserted, devoid of anything.

Serena Summers gripped the railing, instinctively looked outward, and noticed a large flower bed.

A large expanse was filled with green plants used to ward off evil spirits; a small patch was made of red roses.

The fiery red flames, enveloped by green, radiated an oddly jarring and eerie sense of disharmony.

Serena Summers watched intently, her body leaning out further.

The next second, the collar of her clothes was grabbed, and her body uncontrollably fell backwards.

She staggered, instinctively closing her eyes.

However, the anticipated pain did not come; instead, she landed in a solid embrace.

The scent of pine from the man's body, mixed with the smell of medicine, filled her nostrils; Serena Summers instinctively opened her eyes and met his deep, dark gaze.

Lucas Shaw's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flickered in their depths, like a deep and dark ancient pool.

"Have you got a death wish?"

His voice was deep and hard, tinged with a trace of barely noticeable anger.

Serena Summers shrugged her shoulders, a tender smile blooming on her pale face.

She declared with certainty, "No, I won't! My husband, you will protect me!"

As he gazed at her sincerely, Lucas Shaw's stern face momentarily stiffened.

Though his expression did not reveal much, the anger in his heart had already dissipated significantly, "Uncle White, add an extra layer of protection to the balcony tomorrow."

Mr. White was overjoyed, promptly responding, "Yes! Alright! I'll get on it right away."

Upon exiting the room, Mr. White lowered his gaze, raising his hand to wipe the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes.

He had watched Lucas Shaw grow up.

Over the years, Lucas Shaw, due to his physical condition, had developed an indifferent disposition.

Therefore, he had almost never taken the initiative to request anything.

Unexpectedly, today he had broken his usual principle for Miss Summers.

After Uncle White left, only Serena Summers and Lucas Shaw remained in the room.

Serena Summers blinked her watery eyes, filled with joy.

Such undisguised affection left the cool-natured Lucas Shaw somewhat at a loss.

"You can stay here for the time being. It's clearly stated in the prenuptial agreement, if you change your mind, you can call off the marriage at any time."

After certifying their marriage, Lucas Shaw began to regret.

He… seemed too selfish.

Serena Summers's nature was gentle and soft; she had no guards up against him.

Yet he, selfishly drew her into an abyss.

To protect Serena Summers, there were clearly better ways.

"Husband, don't you like me anymore?" Serena Summers tilted her head upward, her eyes reddening visibly at a fast rate.

Does her husband not like her?

Why does he always want to push her away?

Confronted with those moist eyes, a sudden, inexplicable sense of guilt surged within Lucas Shaw.