The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 927 - 909: Sixth Master, Returning to Abyanabad

The Boss Lady is also a woman of unfortunate fate. Her husband passed away from illness at a young age, leaving her to take care of a pair of ailing in-laws and a small daughter, struggling through half her life.

"Yes, life is full of hardships, you have to find some joy for yourself."

"Boss Lady, two servings of tofu pudding..." other customers called out.

"Coming, coming."

"..."

"Take your time eating, since you’re ordering 20 oil-braised geese, I’ll gift you one more."

"Sure."

The Boss Lady went to attend to other customers, while the two of them sat by the window, enjoying the scenery and savoring the food, relishing the rare leisure and tranquility.

It started raining, but pedestrians on the street didn’t bother with umbrellas, simply standing under the eaves, either smoking or chatting, totally unhurried.

"Is it tasty?" Sienna Johnson’s gaze shifted from the view outside to Adrian Desmond’s face.

"Yes, it tastes good."

"..."

"Why are you staring at me?"

Sienna Johnson laughed, "I’ve discovered my man is really good-looking."

"Then you better keep a close watch, lest another woman snatches him away."

Adrian Desmond popped a piece of goose meat into Sienna Johnson’s mouth; she took a small bite, and the rest was eaten by Adrian Desmond.

"I’m not worried. Is there a woman in this world prettier than me?"

Adrian Desmond looked at the woman in front of him, speechless. "Mrs. Desmond, your face is really thick."

"Sixth Master, I learned it from you."

"..."

"I want to eat tofu pudding."

"Isn’t the tofu pudding right in front of you?"

"I want you to feed me."

"You’re spoiled rotten!" Adrian Desmond complained, but he still fed Sienna Johnson the tofu pudding.

Other customers glanced over, but Sienna Johnson didn’t care, directing Adrian Desmond to enjoy his service.

Aside from the spicy mung bean jelly noodles, Adrian Desmond loved everything else, especially the oil-braised goose, almost eating it all.

"I have to return to Abyanabad tomorrow." As they were nearly done eating, Adrian Desmond suddenly said.

Tears welled up in Sienna Johnson’s eyes, unsure if it was from the spiciness of the mung bean jelly noodles.

"Can’t bear to part with me?"

"Yes, I can’t bear it." His embrace is so warm, his shoulders so broad... Sienna Johnson increasingly relied on this man.

"I can’t bear to part with you either."

Sienna Johnson couldn’t bring herself to ask him to stay; she wasn’t a simple woman, nor was he a simple man. They each had their own responsibilities, and childish sentiments were impossible.

"Take care of yourself in Abyanabad," Sienna Johnson advised. The food on the table suddenly lost its flavor, and she set down her chopsticks, ending the meal.

"You too."

"If I give birth, you must come back!" she said solemnly, looking at him.

"As long as I have a breath in me, I will come!" He assured her, looking at her with tender affection, enveloping her like a net.

"I’ll wait for you to come home."

"Our home is in Abyanabad!"

The two settled the bill and left, walking silently until they crossed a bridge and reached the guesthouse they were staying at. As soon as the door closed, he pinned her against the door, kissing her fiercely as if trying to devour her.

Sienna Johnson’s mind went blank, her body feeling light, clinging to him tightly, allowing him to caress her inch by inch.

She was laid bare, fully exposed to his gaze.

The afternoon light was good, allowing them to see each other clearly, both lost in passion.

She knelt before him as he unzipped his pants... standing in front of her, thrusting against her...

A humiliating position that the former Sienna Johnson would never have allowed.

But now, Sienna Johnson was conquered by Adrian Desmond.

Conquered in body and soul.

"Ugh..."

Unable to bear it, she pushed him away, collapsing and vomiting on the floor.

Adrian Desmond’s blood pulsed fiercely as he squatted down, watching the vulnerable woman. Her black hair cascaded like silk, her fair and beautiful neck so delicate and inviting that Adrian Desmond’s hand twitched with the impulse...

The impulse to snap that beautiful neck.

"Adrian Desmond, I don’t like this position."

"You think I do? Once you’ve had the baby, I won’t use this position again!"

He picked her up horizontally and slowly walked to the bed, laying her down, but Sienna Johnson clung to his neck, unwilling to let go.

"Still want more?"