All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

Adriana let out a deep sigh. Francesco was probably the greatest trial of her life. The process of completely walking away from him was far more agonizing and drawn-out than falling for him in the first place.She took the fastest shower of her life and came out in dry pajamas. Francesco was holding a mop, cleaning up the puddles on the floor. When he saw her, he cautioned, "Watch your step—don't slip." Adriana walked over and took the mop from his hand. "I'll do this. You go take a shower." The moment their fingers brushed, she felt how cold his skin was.She was both annoyed and frustrated. He knew full well that if he got drenched and then stood around in the air conditioning, he'd catch a cold—yet he'd still barged into the bathroom and soaked himself through. Did he really think that just because his clothes were wet, she wouldn't kick him out?At her words, the gloom on Francesco's face lifted in an instant, and a smile tugged at his lips. He knew it—no matter how angry Ad

"No one's ever that excited to be another person's chauffeur," Adriana muttered under her breath, but climbed in anyway.Francesco closed the door, walked around to the driver's side, and got in with a grin. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm only that excited to be your chauffeur."Adriana cracked a smile. "Waste of effort. I'm not going to be moved by a few little favors."Francesco just laughed and started the engine.On the way, they passed an ice cream shop. He pulled over to the curb, hopped out, and came back with a cup of vanilla ice cream, which he handed to her."Here. By the time you finish it, we'll be at the bar.""I'm not a kid."Adriana took the cup anyway, scooped up a spoonful, and let the sweet, cool cream melt on her tongue.Francesco said, "You don't handle your liquor well. Don't go out drinking anymore. If Bella wants to meet up, do it at home. If not for yourself, at least think about the kids.""I know," Adriana murmured her reply and quietly ate her ice cr

Adriana, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She craved stability—order and peace were etched into the very fiber of her being. Losing her parents young had left a permanent mark on her character, making her instinctively gravitate toward people who were steadier than her, who could hold an umbrella over her head when the storm came."I don't think age matters. As long as we're on the same wavelength and can hold a conversation, that's enough."No sooner had Max finished than Francesco let out a snort of laughter. His gaze turned mocking as he drawled, "And what exactly would you two talk about? She's a researcher—she talks shop, or she talks about the kids. Do you have parenting experience? Or research experience?"Max's cheeks flushed slightly, but he forced a pivot. "And I suppose you and Adriana have so much in common, old man?""Of course we do," Francesco replied without missing a beat."Then why'd you get divorced? Clearly having things in common isn't that import

"Thanks, but I don't like watermelon."Francesco sat down next to Luther and pulled the newspaper out of his hands. "Can you even read this?"Luther answered honestly, "Not really, but the writing looks beautiful."Then a thought struck him, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Cesco, can you teach me how to play the card games they play here?""I don't play."Francesco crossed his long legs, leaned back, and started scanning the paper. The headline was about the Slater Group. Since Chris's return, the company's stock had been climbing again.That was good news for Adriana—as the largest shareholder of the Slater Group, her net worth was rising right along with it.The article mentioned that Dean had transferred all his shares to Chris. And thanks to his good behavior in prison, plus Chris's bail arrangement, he was expected to be released in about six months.Chris was always going on about how much he cared for Adriana and how he wanted to protect her. Yet here he was,

Max waited a moment, then asked, "That's it?""So you really are interested in her."Nicholas sat up and took a sip of water. "Her first ex-husband was Chris Slater. Used to be the head of the Slater Group, then stepped back because of health issues. He just recently came back, and the stock price shot up because of it. "Her second ex-husband, Francesco, is even more impressive—half local, half Mitalian. His father's side is the Stanley family of Heatherton City, top-tier old money. His mother's side is Mitalian aristocracy. The family business includes, but isn't limited to, hotels, casinos, even military and aviation—they've got their hands in everything, legal and otherwise."Nicholas paused and turned unusually serious. "If you're looking to land a sugar mommy, I'd suggest you pick someone else. Adriana isn't like Bella. She's not that into romance—she's career-driven. And both of her ex-husbands are heavy hitters who're practically hovering around her like loyal guard dogs. Y