The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 438 - 439: Can’t Wait for The Text Message

When Sienna Johnson and her grandmother walked into the room with the coffin, Kiki was with Curly, gently trying to persuade her, "Curly, you can’t stay in there. This isn’t a place for you to sleep."

"I don’t care! I just want to sleep here," Curly said stubbornly.

"If you sleep here, where is Great-Grandma supposed to sleep?"

"Great-Grandma can sleep in my bed!"

"This..." Kiki leaned against the coffin. She had a troubled look on her face, unsure how to coax the little one out.

"Kiki, it’s so comfortable in here, and there’s a faint scent. Come smell it... Kiki, why don’t you sleep in here with me tonight?"

Kiki felt goosebumps rise all over her body. If she slept in the coffin too, she would definitely suffer from insomnia! She was too faint-hearted.

"Curly, you can’t sleep in here."

"I insist on sleeping here!" Curly defiantly stuck her tongue out at Kiki, looking like a little devil.

When Sienna Johnson arrived, she saw her daughter lying in the coffin, leisurely crossing her legs, looking entirely at ease. She truly didn’t know what to do with this mischievous child.

The old lady watched her, both amused and exasperated. "What a stubborn girl you are; I don’t know who you take after. You squirrel away all sorts of fine things. Just think how many precious items you’ve pilfered from me. Now you even want my coffin."

"Great-Grandma, I like your bed! I want to swap with you," Curly cooed.

The old lady squatted in front of her own coffin, gently stroking its polished, smooth surface. This was her final resting place. She didn’t fear death; on the contrary, she was somewhat looking forward to it because after she passed, she could be reunited with her husband and son.

"Sweetie, only people who have passed away can stay in here. Living people can’t."

"But isn’t Great-Grandma alive? Why can she sleep in it?"

"Great-Grandma doesn’t sleep in it either. I sleep in my own bed. When I pass away, then I’ll sleep in here and be buried in the ground."

Curly’s understanding of death was still vague. She thought for a moment and then asked, "So, when you want to come out and play, how do you get out?"

"Death is like a deep sleep," her great-grandmother explained. "A sleep that lasts forever, and you never wake up again."

Sienna Johnson walked over. Unlike the others, who were tiptoeing around the issue, she bluntly asked, "Jayce Johnson, I’m asking you, are you sure you really want to sleep in there?"

Curly seemed less certain now. "Mom, I really like this coffin. It smells good, it’s soft, and it’s so pretty. And Mom, look, the lid has your favorite lotus carved on it."

"Is that so? Then you better think it through. Your dad just called to tell me that George is coming over, and I was worrying about where to let him stay. Since you’re planning to sleep in this coffin, your bedroom will be available. We can let George stay in your room then."

"No way!" Curly wailed.

"But if you still decide to sleep in this coffin..." Sienna Johnson said, feigning difficulty.

Curly weighed the pros and cons. If she let George take over her bedroom, with his clingy, persistent personality, he would definitely refuse to leave their house.

Curly shuddered at the thought. George living in their house, refusing to leave? That would be horrifying.

"Never mind, I think it’s wrong to covet what belongs to others. Since this is Great-Grandma’s bed, Curly won’t sleep here," Curly said as she sat up, gave a smile to her great-grandmother, and then climbed out of the coffin.

Curly scampered out and hugged her mother’s legs, looking terrified. "Mom, dear sweet Mom, don’t let George stay at our house. George is so brazen. If we let him stay, he could become a permanent fixture here."

Her face buried against her mother’s belly, Curly continued her woeful complaints about their finances, "Mom, Dad isn’t working and earning money these days. Plus, you’re pregnant, and if it’s a baby boy, it’s going to cost a lot when he gets married. I heard Auntie Ingrid say that in their hometown, it costs a fortune for a man to get married. So, we absolutely mustn’t waste any money. We have to save up for my little brother’s future wedding expenses..."

Sienna Johnson was speechless. She didn’t even know if she was carrying a boy or a girl yet...

"Mom, make sure you don’t let George freeload at our house!"

The old lady chuckled. "This girl. When she grows up, she won’t let herself be short-changed in the slightest."

Sienna Johnson looked at her daughter, shaking her head softly. She had never deprived Curly of anything, and Adrian Desmond, in particular, indulged her materially. He had bought her an iPhone just because she liked a game on it. Yet, Curly was unusually careful with money.

Being frugal is good, but one should not become a slave to money; rather, one should become its master.

"I really don’t know if this characteristic is good or bad," Sienna Johnson said, looking at her daughter with a worried expression.

Kiki looked at Curly fondly. "Our Curly is perfect in every way."

"Curly, I’ll take you for a bath."

"Okay." Curly gave Great-Grandma a hug, kissed her cheek, bid her goodbye, then followed Kiki out.

"...She’s still young; her personality isn’t set yet. As long as she doesn’t take after your mother, anything is fine," the old lady comforted Sienna.

"Mmm."

Even if Curly did take after Madam Johnson, it wouldn’t matter. Adrian Desmond was there; his precious daughter would not suffer.

「...」

During the day, it was manageable, but the loneliness of sleeping alone at night was unbearable. Sienna Johnson was usually sound asleep by this time, but with Adrian Desmond away, she found herself suffering from insomnia.

She picked up her phone. Not a single message, not a single call.

"Adrian Desmond, you really are... too much!"

Sienna Johnson once officially dated a guy named Kenneth Brown. Kenneth Brown was always so attentive, sending her daily messages reminding her to bundle up when it was cold or to bring an umbrella when it rained. He remembered all their anniversaries and would meticulously plan celebrations for each one...

As for Adrian Desmond, Sienna had long given up hoping he would be the next Kenneth Brown. But while he was away on business, couldn’t he at least call and let her know he was safe?

Sienna Johnson was just getting more and more upset.

Hmph! He’s probably gallivanting somewhere, totally forgetting about me, his pregnant wife!

Sienna Johnson angrily tossed her phone to one side. Just then, it suddenly rang. She grabbed it, a brilliant smile forming on her face. But upon seeing the content of the new message, she violently threw the phone down on the bed.

"Adrian Desmond, if you have any guts, you’ll never call or text me again in this lifetime!"

The message wasn’t from Adrian Desmond. Sienna turned off the lights, pulled the blanket over her head, and forced herself to count sheep to fall asleep.

"Adrian Desmond, if I ever acknowledge you again, I’m a pig!" Sienna Johnson huffed.

Just as Sienna Johnson was about to fall asleep, her phone pinged again. This time, Sienna didn’t rush to check it. It couldn’t possibly be from Adrian Desmond anyway.