After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 125: This Is My Husband, Adrian Sutton
Mrs. Rowan was ecstatic when she heard that Adrian Sutton would be bringing Claire Mercer to the Rowan family home tomorrow.
It was as if her own son was finally bringing his wife home to meet the parents.
Ever since her older sister passed away, she had always treated Adrian Sutton as her own child.
Often, she showed more concern for him than for her own son, Silas Rowan.
At least Silas had their love and affection.
The Rowan family’s patriarch and matriarch also treasured him like the apple of their eye.
But that child, Adrian... his life had been rough from the very beginning.
If her father hadn’t found him back then, he might still be a homeless child on the streets today.
Now that he had a successful career and had married the girl he deeply loved, it felt like his suffering had finally turned to sweetness.
As his only living aunt, she was, of course, genuinely happy for him from the bottom of her heart.
Silas Rowan watched as his mother called over the butler to prepare for their visit tomorrow.
He shook his head and chuckled. "Mom, do you really need to be this excited?"
"It’s not his first time visiting. Do you have to make such a big fuss?"
"Anyone would think Adrian is your real son."
Mrs. Rowan shot him an irritated glance. "What do you know?"
"It’s not his first time here, but it’s Claire’s first time coming as his wife."
"Shouldn’t our family give her a proper welcome?"
After speaking, Mrs. Rowan paused and huffed resentfully.
"Then again, you’re just an unwanted single man with no prospects."
"It’s perfectly normal that you wouldn’t understand this sort of thing."
Silas Rowan: "..."
’How did this get turned back on me?’
’I shouldn’t have said anything.’
Silas Rowan wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
But once Mrs. Rowan started on the topic of her son’s marriage prospects, her voice filled with sorrowful complaint.
"Adrian is barely older than you, and now he’s married. How can you not be the least bit anxious?"
"Aren’t you afraid you’ll end up as an unwanted old bachelor?"
The phrase "unwanted old bachelor" stunned Silas Rowan.
"I don’t think your son is that bad, is he?"
So what if he wasn’t as handsome as Adrian Sutton.
Or didn’t have Adrian Sutton’s business acumen, enough to build such a commercial empire.
But which of his investment projects hadn’t made money?
He had even invested in CZ Group, thanks to Adrian Sutton, and the annual dividends were a huge source of income.
Even if he didn’t work, he could sit at home and count his money all day.
He wasn’t ugly, and he could provide for a family...
How could he possibly be reduced to an "unwanted old bachelor"?
In the end, it was all Adrian Sutton’s fault.
’Why did he have to get married so early?’
’Making himself look all cheap and unwanted...’
Now Silas was the one getting nagged to get married every day, to the point where his head was spinning.
He was full of resentment toward Adrian Sutton now.
"Besides, can you even call that a marriage? He tricked her into it."
"Claire is completely in the dark about his real situation. He’s deliberately hidden so much from her."
"When she finds out the truth one day, we’ll see how he cleans up that mess."
"Can’t you wish him well for once?" Mrs. Rowan glared at him again.
"You’d better not meddle in Adrian and Claire’s affairs. He’ll confess when the time is right."
"If you dare stir up trouble between them and cause them to fight, I’ll skin you alive."
At this, Silas Rowan grew indignant. "Mom, am I that kind of person?"
"I’m just afraid you’re jealous of him for being married when you’re not."
"I’m not jealous," Silas explained. "If I wanted to get married, I could just grab a random person off the street."
Hearing this, Mrs. Rowan couldn’t help but shoot him a sharp look.
"Do you think marriage is a game? ’Grab a random person’..."
"If you dare to mess around out there, I wouldn’t be your mother if I didn’t box your ears."
"Alright, alright, you’re an eyesore right now. Get out of my sight."
Scorned by his own mother, Silas Rowan went upstairs with a resentful look on his face.
His life had been like this every day recently.
Because he didn’t have a partner, he was scorned by his own mother daily.
He was sure these days would continue until he finally brought a girlfriend home.
Otherwise, he’d be living in sheer torture every day.
For a moment, Silas Rowan felt utterly exhausted.
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The next day, Adrian Sutton and Claire Mercer arrived at the Rowan family home, carrying a pile of gifts.
Mrs. Rowan knew at a glance that the gifts had been carefully chosen by her precious niece-in-law.
She inwardly sighed; her goddaughter and niece-in-law truly was a sensible and considerate young woman.
"You’re already here, why bring so many things? It makes you seem like a stranger."
"This is like a second home to you. Don’t bring so many gifts when you come home from now on, alright?"
"I understand, Mrs. Rowan..."
Claire Mercer had wanted to call her "Godmother."
But she was never sure if Mrs. Rowan had acknowledged her as a goddaughter just to give her backing in the matter with Silas Rowan, or if she genuinely meant it.
"What did you just call me?" Mrs. Rowan instantly feigned displeasure, her face stern as she questioned Claire Mercer.
Claire Mercer immediately corrected herself apologetically. "Godmother."
"That’s more like it." Mrs. Rowan’s face instantly broke into a wide smile. "If you call me by the wrong name again, I’ll get truly angry."
Claire Mercer also offered a faint smile. "Alright, Godmother. I understand."
"Come in, quick. Don’t be so polite and reserved in your own home." Mrs. Rowan affectionately took her arm and led her into the living room.
After they all sat down, Claire Mercer introduced Adrian Sutton to Mr. and Mrs. Rowan.
"Godfather, Godmother, this is my husband, Adrian Sutton."
Mrs. Rowan glanced at Adrian Sutton, a wide grin on her face.
"I know, I know. I’ve watched this boy grow up; I know him inside and out. He’s steady and reliable. You made the right choice in marrying him."
Hearing this, even Adrian Sutton felt his aunt was being a little too obvious.
He gave Claire Mercer a slightly awkward smile.
Mrs. Rowan didn’t think there was anything wrong with praising Adrian Sutton.
She was praising him as much as possible now, putting in a good word for him, and even bringing up his tragic past...
That way, when his deception of Claire was discovered in the future, she might win him some sympathy points. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"Actually, I’m a pretty good judge of character. Though this boy had a rather tragic past and a difficult, winding childhood,"
"he’s very hardworking and ambitious, and he doesn’t fool around with other women. You can rest assured and live a good life with him."
This was the first time Claire Mercer had ever heard anyone mention Adrian Sutton’s past and childhood.
She never knew he had a tragic past and a difficult, winding childhood.
In front of her, he had always been sunny and gentle.
Every time he faced her, his handsome face was always filled with a smile.
He had never expressed a single negative emotion in her presence.
There was no sign at all that he had a tragic past and a childhood full of hardship and struggle.
In fact, it was only today that she realized she knew very, very little about him.
She only knew that since they’d met, he had helped her a great deal and had always been very good to her.
