The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 739 - 780: Sixth Master Cheats

"So what if she’s five? That Curly kid grew up so cute, you think you’re the only one with good taste? You don’t even know how many men are secretly thinking about her. Too many monks, not enough meat—if you don’t tie her down from the start, by the time she grows up, you think you’ll still have a chance?"

"Dad, why don’t you go over and propose marriage to their family?" Ernest Turner said, face blushing.

Jeffrey Turner slapped his forehead and said, "Great idea!"

...

Adrian Desmond was suffering from insomnia again. He lay in bed, tossing and turning by himself, unable to fall asleep. The bed was huge—really huge—and he subconsciously reached for the spot beside him, but all he ever touched was emptiness.

He forgot that he’d had a fight with Sienna Johnson, and Sienna went off to sleep with Kiki.

If Sienna was sleeping alone, he might shamelessly sneak into her room; but with Kiki there, he just couldn’t swallow his pride enough to do it.

"Adrian, have some damn dignity, will you!"

Back and forth, like an ant on a hot skillet. Adrian just couldn’t sleep on his own. He glanced towards the walk-in closet; his heart itchy, he got up and went over.

After a while, Adrian came out hugging a doll.

He dressed the doll in Sienna Johnson’s most frequently worn pajamas, which still carried her scent. Her smell was more alluring than any perfume.

"Sienna, good night."

Adrian hugged the doll like an octopus, finally feeling a bit better. But compared to holding Sienna, this was just way off.

When would he finally get to sleep holding his own wife?

...

About half an hour later, someone pushed open the door. Adrian, ever vigilant, woke up immediately. He reached under the bed for the pistol hidden in the mattress—without making a move.

The footsteps were light. Hearing them, Adrian immediately relaxed his guard—it was Sienna. He recognized her footsteps.

Sienna turned on the wall lamp and walked toward the study, as if searching for something. After rummaging there for a while without finding whatever it was, she came to the bedroom, headed for the bed, and Adrian suddenly turned on the lights.

"Ah..." Sienna was startled, letting out a scream. Her hand pressed to her chest. Seeing it was Adrian, she frowned and asked, "Weren’t you supposed to be out tonight?"

——Not being home was the only reason she came into their room. If she knew he was back, would she have bothered coming?

This realization pissed Adrian off to the extreme.

He sat up, the blanket sliding off his muscular torso. He grinned devilishly, "Mrs. Desmond, are you missing me so much you can’t sleep, so you came looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"Sixth Master, you’re overthinking it." Sienna rolled her eyes at him.

"You’re glaring again? Glaring at me? For real?"

Sienna caught sight of a woman lying next to Adrian, and her heart skipped a beat. Fighting back panic, she looked closer and realized it was that doll, molded to resemble herself.

Even though it wasn’t a real person, Sienna still felt uncomfortable.

"Didn’t Jeffrey send you a bunch of beauties? Why bother with a fake? Go for the real thing—much nicer than a doll."

"Sienna, fighting’s fighting, but I never planned on divorcing you. If I actually slept with another woman, wouldn’t you give me the cold shoulder for life?"

Sienna ignored him, scanning the room, then slipped into the walk-in closet, rummaging around like she was searching for something.

Adrian, wearing black dress pants, got out of bed. After thinking it over, he stripped off the pants so he was only in black boxer briefs, showing off a bulging package, and followed her into the closet.

"What are you looking for?"

"Go to bed, I’ll be done soon."

She knelt on the ground, butt sticking up. That pose drove him wild—he couldn’t resist, went over and grabbed her waist, starting to yank at her clothes.

Sienna was startled, twisted around and looked at him, "Adrian, what the hell are you on about in the middle of the night?"

"You’re my wife, if I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you!"

"Don’t touch me!"

"I’m gonna touch you anyway!"

"We had a fight, did you forget?"

"Forgotten!"

"Don’t touch me!"

"You came to me yourself... don’t act like you don’t want me, coming over in the middle of the night. Huh? Stop pretending!"

"I’m just looking for something. My passport’s missing." Sienna explained.

Adrian’s eyes darkened—so she really meant to head back to Sileria City. This woman... "I want in!"

"I don’t want to!"

The climate in Abyanabad was hot, and with Sienna pregnant, she usually just wore a long dress. Adrian got her out of her clothes in a flash.

In the dim closet lighting, Adrian’s eyes were glazed at the sight of that snow-white skin.

"My son’s grown a bit more..." He stroked her belly, bent down, and pressed his lips to it, kissing gently.

"Son, be good and close your eyes, and get to sleep. Mommy and I have business to take care of. No need for you to learn this—when you grow up, you’ll naturally figure it out."

"Adrian!"

"What?"

"Can you talk like a normal person?"

"What was wrong with what I said?"

Sienna turned her head away, ignoring him. Thank God the baby was a boy—otherwise, with this kind of prenatal education, she was afraid she’d give birth to some little pervert.

"Adrian, I can’t take this!"

"If you can’t take it now, what’ll you do in a bit?"

Sienna stared up at the ceiling lamp, feeling like a lamb in a tiger’s den. Adolph Desmond must’ve done it on purpose—Adrian hadn’t gone out tonight, but lied that he wasn’t home.

If she’d known he was here, she wouldn’t have come.

Where the hell did her passport go anyway?

"...Ah..."

"Mrs. Desmond, if you don’t pay attention, you’ll make me mad."

"Where’s my passport?"

"How should I know where your passport is?"

His kisses were almost magical, sending tingles up her skin, leaving little cherry-red marks on her snowy body.

His body was more toxic than poison—even though she didn’t want to be toyed with, she couldn’t help but fall deep into it.

"Adrian... no... I..." Her voice was shattered beneath him, twisted and broken.

Just as she let out her most beautiful sounds, he forced her face toward him and kissed her lips—with that domineering tenderness, he infected her, and in the moment, she forgot all his faults and accepted his soul.

"Sienna!" he suddenly called her name, and after earth-shaking tremors, everything faded into quiet.