novelraw Chapter 414 - 415: Group Turtle Painting
Chapter 414 - 415: Group Turtle Painting
Chapter 414: Chapter 415: Group Turtle Painting
"What do you want?"
"..."
"I was wrong, okay? I apologize!"
Adrian Desmond had never said "I’m sorry" so many times in his life. In front of Sienna Johnson, he found himself apologizing every few days. Those two words had really become cheap.
"We’re husband and wife, right?" Sienna asked.
"Yes!"
"And shouldn’t a husband and wife share blessings and hardships together?"
"Hmm...yes..." I’ve fallen into a trap, Adrian thought. This cunning woman, Sienna, has led me right into it. Nothing good can come of this.
Sienna finally deigned to lift her proud head, but the look she gave Adrian made his heart pound. "Sienna, what are you planning to do?"
Sienna pounced, tackling him to the ground. Adrian landed on his backside with Sienna straddling him. She pulled a pen from her pocket—it was Dexter Johnson’s old Parker steel pen, a classic design in pure black with an elegant checkered pattern and a gold clip. Sienna had signed many major contracts with this very pen.
Now, she intended to use it to draw on Adrian’s face.
One hand stroking her chin, the other caressing Adrian’s lightly stubbled cheek, she mused, "Now, what should I draw on your face?"
"Hey, the bodyguards are right over there, watching! Can you please not sit on me? If they see this, how am I supposed to keep any dignity?"
Adrian was mortified. Messing around at home was one thing, but he needed to maintain some respect in public.
"Sixth Master, I think you have bigger things to worry about right now."
"..."
"How about a turtle?"
"If you want to utterly destroy my reputation, go right ahead!" Adrian turned his head away, a picture of grim resignation.
Sienna touched the tip of the pen to Adrian’s face and began her artwork. Adrian tensed up. "Hey," he asked nervously, "you’re not really going to draw a turtle, are you?"
"Not just one turtle. Lots of turtles!"
...
"Sixth Master, your face is a little small. Otherwise, I could have drawn a whole ’turtle convention’..."
...
"Do you know what a ’chorus of wails’ sounds like? Well, a ’turtle convention’ is a picture with lots of turtles. But your face is too small; it’s cramping my style..."
The sky had completely darkened. I wish it would get even darker, Adrian thought, so dark I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Otherwise, my dignity as Sixth Master, my reputation...
It’s true what they say: better to offend a scoundrel than a woman, especially Sienna!
"Relax. Your facial muscles are all tense. It’s affecting my drawing!"
"Darling, I was wrong." If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have teased Sienna. Serves me right; this is instant karma.
"Mm-hmm, I know you were wrong. That’s why I’m punishing you. Now be still, don’t move... Ah, I messed up! The turtle’s leg... Oh no, it’s ruined! The turtle’s lame now..."
"..."
"It actually kind of looks like you. Weren’t you lame for a while yourself?"
"You’re the one who’s lame!" Adrian was very sensitive about his son being lame.
"..."
"Just draw something simple, please? Don’t draw so many turtles. It’s such a waste of time drawing so many." I really want to escape, but...
The cool tip of the pen glided across his skin. Adrian stiffened slightly. She was so close, her breath warm against his face, tickling him... He started to feel a little hot...
"Don’t move. If it looks bad, don’t blame me."
Even if a turtle is drawn beautifully, it’s still a turtle!
"Are you done yet?"
"Nope!"
Sienna drew for a full ten minutes, her brow furrowed in concentration. Anyone watching would have thought she was creating a masterpiece, not just doodling on his face.
"Done."
Sienna capped the pen, gently rubbing her chin as she admired her handiwork on Adrian’s face. "Not bad..." Then she burst out laughing. A wave of unease washed over Adrian.
"Don’t laugh!"
"Sixth Master, you’re so mean. You won’t even let me laugh? Well, I’m going to laugh anyway! HAHAHA..."
Sienna’s laughter, clear as a bell, shattered the cemetery’s silence. The sky was now completely black. The ordinarily grim and eerie cemetery felt almost vibrant with the couple’s playful teasing.
Adrian raised a hand to wipe his face, but Sienna stopped him. "No wiping!"
"I let you draw on me, and now you won’t even let me wipe it off?"
"Of course not! I walked all this way with my face like this. Shouldn’t Sixth Master share the good times and the bad with me?"
"I’m officially scared of you."
Adrian pulled out his phone and made a call, telling his bodyguards to leave first. He couldn’t bear this humiliation in front of them.
Sienna gazed at Adrian’s face, giggling. Adrian ground his teeth. If she weren’t pregnant, I’d have had my way with her by now!
"Just you wait. I’ll get you back for this, sooner or later!" Adrian’s threat had no bite; Sienna only laughed harder.
Her laughter was infectious, and soon Adrian found himself chuckling along, both of them looking at each other’s faces and grinning foolishly.
"Actually, your face is even funnier," Adrian said.
Sienna looked at Adrian’s marker-drawn sausage lips, her own face flushing from laughter. "That’s only because Sixth Master hasn’t seen his own face. If you had, you wouldn’t say that."
"What on earth did you draw on my face?"
Sienna held up her fingers as if performing a divination, glanced theatrically at the sky, and proclaimed in an exaggerated, all-knowing tone, "Tonight, I observed the celestial phenomena and divined through finger-reckoning that the secrets of heaven must not be divulged! Prudence, prudence!"
Adrian gave her bottom a light, admonishing pat. "Keep showing off, why don’t you!"
"I will show off! What can Sixth Master do about it?"
I really have no way to deal with her, Adrian thought, then sighed and said, "Sienna, you’re bullying me. I’m going to tell Dad."
Sienna was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Adrian to be so childish. "Go ahead, tell him. It won’t do you any good. He’s my dad; he’ll definitely side with me."
"Who says? He’s my dad too!"
...
「At the Johnson family’s bathroom,」
Curly sat on the edge of the sink, looking at her parents’ decorated faces and giggling. "Daddy, I want to draw turtles on your face too!"
Adrian was vigorously scrubbing his face; the ink wasn’t coming off easily. Sienna, meanwhile, had already removed her "makeup" and stood there looking lovely, which made his heart itch.
"Sweetheart, it’s not right to draw on people’s faces."
"Then why did Mommy get to do it?"
"Because..."
"Because why?" Curly crossed her arms, eyeing Adrian with an expression identical to Sienna’s.
"I get it. Daddy plays favorites..."
Curly hopped down from the sink and marched out.
Adrian stared after her, dumbfounded. He turned to Sienna. "Is she angry?"
"What do you think?"
"So, what should I do?"
"What else can you do? You know your daughter’s temper. There’s only one way to placate her: let her scribble on your face."