The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 950 - 925: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Sileria City, Johnson Family,

In the sweltering summer, even the lush trees of the Johnson Family estate couldn’t drive away the heat. Maybe it was because she was pregnant—this year, Sienna Johnson was especially afraid of the heat.

She was already wearing very little and was still hot, so she’d been holed up in the air‑conditioned room.

"I’m back."

As soon as Adrian Desmond came back, he headed straight for Sienna.

On the lounge chair by the window, Sienna’s loose hair looked beautiful, like a piece of black silk.

Adrian walked in, afraid of waking him, so he came in barefoot, his feet stepping on the carpet like a light-footed cat, without a sound.

He bent over, his breath falling over her, but she still didn’t wake. Her smooth skin, her soft lips—he gently stroked her glossy long hair.

"I’m back." This time his voice was low and soft, like a feather.

He gently kissed her lips, hoping she’d wake up right now and discover how fiercely he’d been missing her.

Feeling something strange on her lips, Sienna slowly opened her eyes and saw Adrian. She blinked, thinking it was a dream, and didn’t care.

She was about to go back to her nap when she suddenly felt a chill on her th–igh. She reached down to touch her th–igh and felt a man’s hand. Sienna instantly lost all sleepiness.

She snapped her eyes open and saw it really was Adrian. "It’s really you?"

"If it’s not me, who are you hoping for?"

"You’re back, why didn’t you tell me in advance?"

"Wanted to surprise you!"

Sienna looked down and saw her skirt had been flipped up to the base of her th–ighs, even her p–anties exposed, and a certain man’s hand was on her th–igh.

"Adrian, didn’t learn your lesson, huh? Forgot what you said before? Do you need me to remind you again?"

Adrian looked at his own hand, then at Sienna, a flicker of understanding flashing in his eyes. "You think I’m the one who lifted your skirt?"

"You’re not about to tell me it wasn’t you, are you?"

"It really wasn’t me," Adrian said, sounding wronged.

Sienna tugged her skirt back down and sneered. "Then who did?"

"Maybe the wind blew it."

Sienna glanced at the tightly sealed windows, then looked at Adrian in exasperation. "Sixth Master, lying actually requires IQ. Can you at least use your brain when you lie?"

"If it wasn’t the wind, then you must’ve kicked it up yourself, tossing around in your sleep."

"I despise you."

Sienna rolled over, planning to keep sleeping. Adrian tugged her hair, unhappy with how cold she was acting.

"Mrs. Desmond, I’m back."

"Mm."

"Mrs. Desmond, I’m back, your man is back."

"You smell awful. Go take a shower."

Adrian: ...

Adrian wouldn’t let her keep sleeping. "Hey, I rushed over here the second I finished my business, didn’t even drink a sip of water. This is how you welcome me?

Sienna Johnson, do you know what this behavior of yours is?"

So noisy!

Sienna couldn’t sleep anymore. She grabbed his hand and sat up, kissed him once, and said in a soft, syrupy tone, "Honey, welcome home."

"Did you miss me?" He hugged her and leaned in to kiss her again, but Sienna pushed him away. "I did, but can you go shower first? You really stink."

"Sienna Johnson, if you weren’t pregnant, I’d definitely smack your a–ss."

"Go shower!"

"Is it that bad?"

"Yeah." Sienna waved her hand in front of her nose like a fan in open disgust, completely wounding Adrian’s pride.

Adrian shot to his feet with a huff and went to the bathroom with a dark face to shower.

Sienna’s sleepiness was gone. She got up, one hand on her lower back, to find clean clothes for Adrian, when her phone suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number sent a photo.

In the photo, Adrian was in camouflage, his hand resting on a small mound of dirt. Because of the rain, the background was all gray and hazy, making Adrian’s expression look even more sorrowful.

—The woman lying in the grave is Adrian’s true love.

Sienna stared at the photo, blinked, then her gaze dropped to that line of text. She let out a soft laugh, and deleted the photo, as if she’d never received that strange photo at all.

In the dressing room, while Sienna was still looking for clothes for Adrian, a certain man strode in completely bare, not even bothering with a bath towel.

"Adrian, do you have an exhibitionism kink or what?"

"I missed you."

His skin was still damp, his body running hot; the moment he wrapped his arms around Sienna, she felt engulfed by a wave of heat.

"Hot."

Her mouth was invaded by him—so domineering, so rough. He didn’t say much, but the tip of his tongue carried all his emotions, everything he wanted to say.

He was like a greedy traveler in the desert desperate for water, endlessly drawing sweetness from her mouth.

It was only kissing. Even though her tongue root ached from it, Adrian didn’t take things any further, which reassured Sienna a lot, so she didn’t push him away.

She didn’t know how long they’d been kissing; she only knew that when he finally let her go, he let out a low groan and spurted onto her pale rose‑red dress, staining it.

"Adrian, you..."

"I didn’t even go in, what are you giving me that look for?" He caught her hand, guiding her soft fingers to wander over his body.

Then he suddenly wilted, like all the strength had left him, some of his weight sagging against her. Sienna’s arms circled his lean waist, the two of them falling quiet for a while.

"Night Owl is dead." he suddenly said in her ear.

Sienna’s face was full of shock. "You’re sure?"

"I’m sure."

Sienna pressed a hand to her chest, frowning. Adrian kissed the tip of her nose and asked, "What’s with that face? Night Owl’s dead, aren’t you supposed to be happy?"

"Nothing, it just feels a bit...sudden, I guess?!"

"..."

"You’ve been running to Abyanabad this whole time just to go after Night Owl."

"Yeah." A flash of killing intent passed through Adrian’s eyes. "He had his eyes on you and wanted me dead. Letting someone like that live, I’d never sleep easy."

Sienna gave a bitter little smile and shook her ankle. "Sixth Master, before Night Owl died, did you ever think of torturing a confession out of him—force him to tell you how to take this disgusting thing off my ankle?"

"No."

"Adrian, am I supposed to wear this crap till I die?"

Adrian seized the chance to bargain for his own benefit. "What if I can get this thing off your ankle? How about you pay me back with your body?"

Sienna’s clear eyes swept over his face. "You have a way?"

"I caught the one who made it."

"Doctor X?"

"Mm."

The thing on her ankle was something Sienna couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried. It always felt like a poisonous snake coiled around her ankle, ready to bite her the second she made a wrong move.

"Where is he now? Abyanabad?" Sienna asked excitedly.

"You still haven’t said how you’re going to thank me. How about paying with your body?"