The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Get Out

Before taking her shower, Christine messaged James, saying she’d head out soon to wait for Adrian at his company until he finished work that night.

James didn’t dare reply directly. Instead, he quietly relayed the message to Adrian while pouring him wine.

The man took a sip of red wine. Under the flickering lights, the liquid in his glass reflected luxurious, dazzling light. His sharp, handsome profile shifted between light and shadow, but his pupils remained dark, as if no light could penetrate their depths.

After a moment, he said quietly, “Go back to the office.”

James understood immediately and made a gesture to Thomas, who stood not far behind.

While the others were still partying in the private room, Adrian stood up. James helped him put on his coat, and the tall man strode toward the door. Unusually, Harrison wasn’t mingling with women tonight. Seeing Adrian about to leave, he quickly rushed forward with a grin, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, hey, hey, boss! Don’t leave yet! We’ve got a surprise for you~” Harrison said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Adrian, taller than Harrison, just stared at him expressionlessly. Suddenly, the room went dark, plunging everything into blackness.

Before James could worry, “Uptown Funk” started playing from all around the room. Then, servers wheeled in a cart with a massive three-tiered cream cake, yellow candles flickering on top.

A large “Happy Birthday” sign stood prominently in the center.

“Happy birthday, Adrian the Boss!!”

As the music picked up, the guys burst into cheers. These overgrown boys surrounded their leader, first singing an off-key birthday song, then rowdily urging him to make a wish.

Harrison proudly announced to everyone, “Well, ladies and gentlemen, my dear friends! Today is my boss Adrian Blackwood’s 33rd birthday. He’s a low-key guy, but he takes care of his brothers like no one else. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Let’s raise our glasses to him!”

The hired party girls gathered around, curiously watching the birthday celebration’s main character. Why did this handsome hot guy… seem unhappy?

As Adrian stared at the candlelight reflected in his eyes, he finally remembered – today was his birthday. Like every year, if it weren’t for these rowdy friends looking for an excuse to party, no one would remember his birthday.

Not even himself.

He remembered when he was young, he overheard Ethan asking their mother what birthday gift to buy for his big brother. Rebecca had replied that your brother was strange and didn’t like birthdays for some reason, so it was better not to prepare any gifts to avoid making him angry. That day, his little brother had looked at him fearfully, thinking he’d stumbled upon some forbidden taboo.

After that, no one ever celebrated his birthday again.

A table full of birthday presents – all sorts of expensive oddities – was being packed up by Thomas’s men to be sent to Adrian’s office. Harrison dragged Adrian over, excitedly urging him to make the first cut.

They said whoever got the first piece of cake would share in the birthday boy’s good fortune. Since Adrian was the most successful among them, everyone scrambled to get that first slice.

In the chaos, some frosting got on Adrian’s cufflinks – the ones Christine had given him.

As he wiped off the frosting with his finger, James was already reaching for a handkerchief. When Adrian raised his hand, an overwhelmingly sweet taste touched his fingertip.

He didn’t like that taste.

The sweetness of frosting, the bouquet of red wine, his friends’ wild cheers, the golden cufflinks gleaming under the lights…

Everything flashed and swirled around him, incredibly lively, but none of it felt connected to him, even though this was supposed to be his special day.

Irritation welled up inside him. Taking advantage of the distracted crowd, he strode toward the exit.

Outside the club, the winter night air was dry and sharp. The black Maybach waited silently by the curb. Getting in, he removed his suit jacket and rubbed his temples, then told James: “Tell her to get the hell out. Or she’ll regret it.”

That faint sweetness still lingered on his fingertip.

Get the hell out?

James’s heart skipped a beat – why had the boss suddenly changed his mind again?

But he didn’t dare speculate. He could only take out his phone and call Christine: “Miss Christine, my boss wants you to go back, or else…”

He glanced at Adrian’s stormy profile:

“Ahem, you will regret it.”

James had no choice but to relay the message word for word under Adrian’s watchful eye.

Inside, he was screaming: Miss Christine, just go home! The boss has already gotten your brother out! In a few days, you’ll be here thanking him with joy!

But he didn’t dare interpret Adrian’s intentions. He just hoped the night would end quickly, whatever his boss’s thoughts or mood might be, and everything would work out smoothly.

Oliver should be home soon, Christine would come thank Adrian happily, and his boss would complete his hero’s rescue. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be another disaster like last time when the boss’s good intentions backfired. And if something did happen… he definitely didn’t want to witness it.

That was his sincere wish.

But James’s wishes were completely dashed – when they reached the company and the elevator opened at the top floor, he saw Christine.

She wasn’t sitting in the reception area, but standing by the elevator, waiting for Adrian.

Perhaps tired from standing so long, she was leaning slightly against the wall with her eyes half-closed. When the elevator dinged, she immediately straightened up and looked toward the man stepping out.

Christine wore a pure white down coat with a red cashmere scarf, making her face glow like spring peach blossoms. Looking closer, faint marks were still visible on her neck.

Suddenly, James realized Christine was truly different from all the women who’d been around Adrian before: she had a different, special…beauty, hard to describe.

Seeing Adrian, her gentle eyes lit up, and her lips parted hesitantly to whisper: “Adrian…”

Adrian walked straight past her toward his office without a glance.

James sensed trouble. While hurrying after Adrian, he tried catching Christine’s eye, nodding toward the elevator, urging her to leave.

But she ignored him. With determined doe eyes, she followed Adrian all the way to his office door, then called out again: “Adrian.”

“BANG!”

A thunderous sound exploded.

Adrian whirled around, the next second, his large hand shooting out to grip Christine’s throat, pinning her against the office door.

The world spun as her head slammed back. Her delicate, already injured neck screamed with fresh pain as his icy fingers threatened to snap it.

Before she could even cry out, his storm-dark eyes bore into her. His brows were deeply furrowed, like a restless leopard, his gaze so dark it could burn holes through her face.

“I warned you about the consequences.”

“Get out.”

His final ultimatum.

James watched from the side, hardly daring to breathe. Unable to intervene, he hesitated briefly before sneaking away, leaving early to avoid hearing things he shouldn’t.

“I…”

She lifted her face to meet his gaze, forcing herself to look directly at him.

His grip hurt, and she was still afraid of him, but her eyes showed stubborn determination without any hint of evasion: “I know the consequences. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, save my brother, save Oliver, he’s arrested.”

The air went deadly silent for several seconds, an arctic chill radiating from him.

“Whatever I want, you’ll give it to me.”

Adrian repeated her words, his deep voice carrying not just anger but also raw, bone-chilling mockery: “Tell me, what do you think I want?”

He pressed closer, lifting her higher by the throat, forcing her to meet his eyes at his level, completely surrounded by his icy presence.

Up close, his features were even more striking and aggressive, his sharp eyes threatening to devour her whole. The faint smell of alcohol mixed with cedarwood cologne lingered in the air between them.

Looking at this face so close to hers, so similar to her husband’s, Christine suddenly lost her words.

She didn’t know how to answer – she doubted herself again. Adrian had so many women around him, each more beautiful and accommodating than her. Why would he want her?

But her brother was waiting for her help.

Her pride… meant nothing. She couldn’t waste a single second.

Fighting down the knife-like pain tearing through her heart, she bit her lip and looked into those stormy gray eyes, forcing out each word: “You want… my body.”

Never in her life had she spoken such words to anyone, offering her flesh like merchandise on a chopping block for a man’s inspection.

Adrian’s breath swept across her face. She couldn’t read his expression, only sensing that while his breath was hot, his tone was ice-cold, like having frozen water dumped over her:

“Christine Blackwood, Who do you think you are, a charitable whore?”