Swept Into a Fairytale Marriage

Chapter 65 Sierra, Please Don’t Leave Me

When Farrah stepped out of the shower, she noticed that Adrian still hadn’t come back to the master bedroom.

She didn’t know where he planned on sleeping tonight, but she was too tired to care. After drying her hair, she crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

By the time Adrian finally entered the room, Farrah was already deep in slumber.

The room was peaceful, bathed in soft shadows as the main lights had been switched off, leaving only the faint glow of the moon filtering in through the curtains. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her delicate face peeked out from under the blanket, her breathing soft and steady. Her long, dark hair was spread loosely across the pillow. There was a stillness to her, like a lily blooming quietly in the night. Adrian found himself momentarily captivated by the sight, and his mind drifted to Sierra.

In the solitude of the late night, memories of the woman he had once loved deeply resurfaced, filling him with an ache he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years The quiet pain tugged at his chest, reminding him of how much he still hadn’t let go.

Although it was late, Adrian felt no desire to sleep.

Instead, the image of Sierra grew more vivid in his mind, haunting him with every passing second. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the memory of her.

With a heavy heart, Adrian crossed the room and opened a bottle of 1982 Château Lafite from the small. bar in the corner. He settled into the chair by the window, his eyes staring out into the night but his thoughts trapped in the past.

Every memory of Sierra was bittersweet–moments of pure happiness tainted by the sharp sting of loss. She was the first woman he had ever truly loved, and her departure had broken him in a way he couldn’t describe.

Adrian knew it was impossible to go back, but part of him still clung to the idea of her.

Perhaps it was the depth of his obsession that made him feel like she was the one who got away–the one who would have stayed if she had known the real him.

But life had taught him that love wasn’t pure; it was tied to the cold, hard reality of the world.

Adrian was an introvert, influenced by his family environment. Apart from his good looks, which everyone could see, no one knew anything about his family background or wealth.

That night, Adrian recalled some old memories and drank heavily by himself, the faint smell of alcohol filling the room.

Drunk and unsteady on his feet, Adrian put down the bottle and unbuttoned his shirt as he staggered toward the large, soft bed.

He lifted the blanket and moved closer to Farrah.

The motion startled Farrah awake. The sharp smell of alcohol filled her senses, and she blinked sleepily. trying to clear her head. “Adrian…”

His kiss landed on her lips.

He firmly grasped Farrah’s slender wrists that were trying to shield her chest. There was a mix of tenderness and restlessness in his actions.

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Farrah found it hard to–resist. After all, she was just an ordinary woman, and this man’s undeniable charm. was right in front of her. She began to try to accept him

Even though there was no love in their marriage, they had agreed on one thing–they wanted children and had no intention of getting a divorce. So, sexual intercourse was to be expected.

“Adrian, why did you drink?” Farrah asked softly, holding him and stroking his back. In the dim glow of the moon’s rays, she noticed a faint trace of sorrow between his brows.

“Are you unhappy?” she asked, unexpectedly feeling a genuine concern.

Adrian started kissing her again.

“Sierra…”

Farrah froze, her whole body tensing as her ears pricked up.

“Sierra, don’t leave me… Adrian’s voice carried an unprecedented sadness. “Sierra, please don’t go…” Farrah’s warming heart suddenly grew cold. Her gaze became vacant, and she lost all interest. Who was Sierra?

This question lingered in her mind long after, even when the man beside her had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning was a Saturday.

Adrian slowly woke up in the large, soft bed, feeling a heavy headache as if his head was splitting. The faint smell of alcohol still lingered in the bedroom air, even though the window was already open for ventilation.

He noticed the empty bottle on the coffee table near the window and began to recall bits and pieces of the previous night–his grandfather’s actions, the increasing pain in his back, how Farrah had helped him apply medicine, and how he drank…

After that, everything became a blur,

At that moment, he realized the bed was empty–Farrah was no longer there. Sitting up, he glanced outside. The morning light was already filling the room.