Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 239

Adrian didn’t ask why. He simply said, “I can marry you, but you must promise that something like today will never happen again.”

His patience had completely evaporated. “And I won’t indulge you every single time.”

Selena had extensive experience in manipulating men. If she had only been suspicious before, she was now absolutely certain.

Adrian had never been in love with her.

So why had he been so good to her? Why had he treated Isabel so coldly for her sake?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She recalled all the times he had been overly concerned about her physical health.

“What do you want from me?”

Adrian didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “What kind of wedding do you want?”

Selena burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face.

“Adrian, you cold, emotionless machine! You will get what you deserve!”

Adrian remained unfazed. He ordered his men to increase security, making it clear that she was not to sustain even the slightest injury.

Selena’s hands flew to her own throat. “Adrian, I don’t want to be here. I want to go back to Westbridge, or to that garden villa you bought for me. If you don’t, I’ll choke myself to death.”

Adrian’s expression was icy. “I’m not falling for that act.”

The implication was clear: he had sought her out because she was useful, not because he was worried about her. Her clever manipulations had only worked because he had allowed them to. From the very beginning, she was the one being led by the nose.

Selena squeezed her hands tighter, her face turning red.

Adrian stepped forward and easily pried her hands away. “If you don’t want to be tied up, I suggest you start behaving.”

“Why?” Selena sobbed. “We grew up together. You promised my grandfather you would take good care of me...”

As she spoke, her expression grew even more grim. “You were already planning to get what you wanted from me back then, weren’t you?”

Selena wiped away her tears. It was time to play the victim again. No matter how ruthless he was, Adrian was still a man. And more importantly, she was still of use to him.

“And I want Isabel to be at the wedding.”

Adrian arranged for a room for her, complete with two female bodyguards to assist with her daily needs.

Sitting in the opulent room, Selena couldn’t help but marvel at the irony. She, a master of manipulation, had become a bird in a gilded cage.

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Adrian called Daniel and instructed him to begin preparations for the wedding.

Daniel wanted to scream. “Mr. Blackwell, what about the Blackwell Group?”

“I will have my father handle it.”

Mr. Blackwell was Adrian’s father. He had retired long ago, content to live off his yearly dividends, as Adrian’s competence had made his involvement in the company unnecessary.