The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 811 - 834: Let’s Join the "Mile High Club" 2

Adrian, this is my first time killing someone in my life; you have no idea how scared I was..."

She hugged him tightly, as if by doing so, she could gain the strength and courage to fight against her fears.

She loved a person, not willing to be like the climbing trumpet vine, but rather a cotton tree beside her lover, standing together with the image of a great tree; their roots intertwined beneath the ground.

He forcefully entered her life, turning it upside down, but it also made her unconsciously learn to depend on him. She vulnerably relied on the man in front of her.

"Don’t be afraid, he’s already dead!" He gently stroked her hair, using a soft voice to soothe her emotions.

"Why didn’t you come to rescue me sooner?" She complained to him, all her grievances turning into sadness, and that sadness flowed into tears, dripping onto his palm.

"I didn’t know. If I had known... I was unconscious for a long time... Walter and the others lied to me, I always thought you and Curly were at Desmond Manor. I called and texted you every day, but you didn’t answer, I thought you were still mad at me."

"..."

"...I was injured then, I didn’t want that either... You know, I just thought I’d recover first before going to see you..."

Adrian’s intention was to let the matter of taking a bullet for Elliot Carpenter pass without Sienna Johnson ever finding out, who knew Walter Klein had the audacity to deceive him.

"It’s all Walter’s fault, making a fuss over nothing... I’ve already sent him away, this won’t happen again."

Sienna kicked him hard, "... taking a bullet in the heart is no big deal? What do you think you are? Superman? Do I just need to collect your corpse from the morgue once you die on the operating table?"

"It’s not that easy to die."

"Adrian, people are fragile... that night at Woodenshade Village when there was a fire, if I hadn’t thought on the spur of the moment to grab a scalpel for self-defense, that night Xavier Young would have succeeded... I might have died, and never seen you or our daughter again..."

"..."

"Adrian, if Xavier Young and I slept together, would you still want me?"

"Of course I would! We have a child, how could we divorce?"

Adrian was still a very traditional Abyanabad man, adhering to tradition, believing that marriage was a lifelong thing.

"What if we didn’t have a child?"

"Abyanabad and Orienta are different, you treat marriage like a game, whereas in Abyanabad, people rarely divorce after getting married. Since I married you, I am responsible for you for life..." Adrian promised.

"Who wants you to be responsible, if you don’t love me anymore, we should divorce!"

"How could I not love you?"

"..."

"Even if it really happened, it wouldn’t be your fault, it’s on me for not protecting you." Adrian said softly, and finally, a smile appeared on Sienna’s lips, and she hugged him tighter.

There was some noise outside, Brandon Potter came in, seeing no one, called out, "Sixth Master, lunch is ready."

"Coming," Adrian responded.

He took a white towel to wrap her, patted her butt, and said, "Put on your clothes and come out to eat."

"Okay."

Adrian strode out, and as he turned away, his face darkened, Brandon Potter, seeing Adrian’s expression, got startled and quickly started thinking if he had done something wrong to make Adrian angry.

"Sixth Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"No."

"Then why do you look so upset? Did you and Madam..."

The bathroom door opened, and Sienna, freshly bathed and dressed in clean, bright clothes, came out with a faint smile on her face, her dark eyes glistening with moisture. This was Brandon’s first time seeing her in person, and she was indeed more beautiful than in the photos.

No wonder she captivated Adrian.

"Madam, I am Brandon Potter, taking over Walter’s duties. If you need anything, just let me know." Brandon respectfully said.

Sienna scrutinized her, her gaze was assessing, as if weighing whether she posed any threat to herself.

"Hello, I’m Sienna Johnson."

"Madam, nice to meet you."

Sienna gave her a small smile, withdrew her gaze, and turned her attention to Adrian.

She walked to the table, Adrian was already seated.

He’s not gentlemanly, won’t pull the chair for her, but that’s fine, she’s not so delicate, nor a princess who needs a prince to pull the chair, she has hands and feet and can pull the chair herself.

"Eat, it’s all your favorite dishes."

Sienna glanced at the dishes on the table; they were spicy enough, flavorful enough, but what about Adrian?

"What are you eating?" Adrian doesn’t eat spicy food.

"Not much of an appetite, I’ll just nibble something, you eat, don’t mind me." Adrian sounded a bit downcast.

The result of their familiarity is that it’s hard to hide emotions from each other, "You’re not happy? Why?"

"It’s nothing."

"Alright." Since he didn’t want to say, Sienna sensibly refrained from asking further, quietly eating.

Adrian could affect Sienna’s emotions, so when he had no appetite, Sienna too seemed to lose her appetite.

"Why did you stop eating?" Adrian asked, noticing she hadn’t eaten much.

"I’m full."

Her hand was on her temple, wondering where things went wrong, why was there a veil between her and Adrian?

"Are you tired? If so, get some rest, I’ll call you when we get home."

Sienna didn’t move, her gaze was dreamy as she looked at him, making Adrian feel uncomfortable all over, "Adrian, I want to have ’skyshake’ with you!"

"What on earth is that?"

"In a car, it’s called a car shake, so in a plane, it would be ’skyshake’, right?"