The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

At sea, the Night Owl was wearing a wetsuit, escaping from that ship.

That ship was too big of a target, Adrian Desmond would surely kindly inform the police that he was on that ship.

On a small island, the Night Owl came ashore, took off the heavy oxygen tank, looked at the sky full of stars, and took a deep breath.

He lay on the beach, placing his hand on his lips, thinking about that kiss, realizing that kissing a woman he likes feels like this.

Then how about making love with a woman he likes?

The Night Owl couldn’t wait to give it a try.

——Sienna Johnson, wait for me!

"Master, what do we do now?"

Hydrogen had died, and Silicon had taken its place. The Night Owl turned to look at Silicon, and said, "Go to the Abyanabad Imperial Palace! It’s the safest place right now!"

...

Adrian Desmond returned to the hotel and heard Marion say that Sienna Johnson was in a fit, not even having dinner.

"Madam believes you wanted to send her to the temple, and she’s very angry." Marion said, gritting his teeth.

"What did you say to her?"

Marion lowered his head and said, "Madam asked me how women in Abyanabad are dealt with after losing their chastity, and I said..."

"What did you say?"

"Those who were assaulted... are sent, sent to the temple." Marion realized he had said the wrong thing.

"Get out!" Adrian Desmond snapped angrily.

Marion quickly retreated.

Sabrina Conner teased, "Oh dear, Marion, aren’t you the Sixth Master’s favorite? Yet, even you got scolded. Haha, you actually wanted to send Madam to the temple... be careful, the Sixth Master might send you to the temple instead."

Marion was not in a good mood and didn’t want to joke around with Sabrina, giving her a cold look. Sabrina asked, "Why are you looking at me? Your eyes are scary."

"The Sixth Master is in a bad mood, so you better shut your mouth too; otherwise, if I’m sent to the temple, you’ll have to accompany me."

"No! I don’t want my head shaved, my hair..." Sabrina exaggeratedly held onto her blond hair.

Adrian Desmond pushed the door open and went inside, but didn’t see Sienna Johnson in the room.

"Sienna?"

The room had Sienna Johnson’s scent, along with the smell of smoke coming from the bathroom.

He walked to the bathroom door, pushed it slightly, and found it locked from the inside.

"Are you inside?"

"..."

"Are you smoking?"

"..."

"Marion was talking nonsense; women were only sent to temples in the past."

Sienna Johnson asked, "What about now?"

"Now, I will love you even more!" he said gently.

"..."

"Would you please open the door?"

Sienna Johnson sat on the toilet, holding a cigarette, and softly asked, "But just now, you didn’t even want to look at me."

"..."

"Do you think I was assaulted by the Night Owl, and find me dirty, so you don’t want to look at me?" Sienna Johnson asked anxiously.

She had always thought she was nonchalant enough to face a broken relationship calmly, but at this moment, she realized she was not nonchalant at all.

She had grown used to Adrian Desmond’s company; if one day, Adrian didn’t want her anymore, she would be heartbroken and devastated.

"I didn’t dare to look at you because... I didn’t protect you well! Only a useless, inept man fails to protect his woman!

It’s my fault for being useless!"

The door suddenly opened, and Sienna Johnson crashed into his arms, bursting into tears that frightened Marion and the others outside.

Sabrina Conner joked, "The Sixth Master wouldn’t hit Madam, right?"

Mila said, "The Sixth Master was almost hit."

"How could the Sixth Master getting hit make Madam cry?"

"He hits his son, but the mother’s heart aches, so Madam cried," Mila said.

Sabrina Conner: Wrong generation!

...

"Why are your tears so many?" Adrian Desmond’s hand brushed across her cheek, his fingers wetted.

"He only kissed me and bit my chest... then you came... we didn’t do it. Adrian, I swear! I meant every word I said just now."

With matters like these, what man wouldn’t mind? Thinking in reverse, if Adrian Desmond was slept with by another woman one day, she would be just as upset.

"He tore my clothes apart, intentionally making you misunderstand..." Sienna Johnson dared not look into Adrian Desmond’s eyes, "... he just wanted to create a rift between us, don’t be fooled by him."

"I believe you!" Adrian Desmond gently kissed her lips, while Sienna Johnson proactively embraced him tightly.

"Adrian, I love you so much, please don’t leave me..."

Her tears fell, her heart filled with panic.

Love makes people strong, but also vulnerable, worried about gains and losses.

The more happiness one has, the more afraid they are of losing it.

"I will never leave you. Even in death, my spirit will stay by you!"

Bodies entwined, Sienna Johnson changed from her usual reserved self, persistently clinging to Adrian Desmond, as if trying to exhaust him.

The unique scent on her body was so strong it intoxicated Adrian Desmond, lifting him into ecstasy repeatedly, confusing reality with dreams.

"Is it enough? Hmm? Still can’t get enough?"

"Yes, give me more!"

"I’ll make you beg!"

Sienna Johnson’s legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, holding him close.

Tremors, release, repeated again and again, love fermenting.

Sienna Johnson said in a hoarse voice, exhausted, "Adrian, that’s enough, I can’t take it, I’m going to die..."

Adrian Desmond gave a heavy thrust, collapsing on her body, panting heavily, equally spent.

"Mrs. Desmond, you performed well today." He said with satisfaction, kissing her sweat-drenched hair.

"Don’t leave me!" She bound him in this way.

"Don’t overthink. Wherever you are, I’ll be there."

Sienna Johnson received his reassurance, finally relaxing into sleep. Adrian Desmond turned over, lying beside Sienna Johnson, yet sleep would not come to him.

The bite mark on her chest was so distinct, each glance angered Adrian Desmond further.

This woman was his, how dare the Night Owl?

Adrian Desmond was agitated, got up to take a shower, whereas Sienna Johnson, who should be fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

She stared at the clothes haphazardly thrown on the floor, burying her head in the soft pillow.

After their lovemaking, Adrian Desmond never took a shower, always holding her asleep, despite her protests about his sweaty body.

Sienna Johnson told herself not to overthink, but she couldn’t help it, her mind not obeying her commands.

She thought, what if Adrian didn’t believe what she said?

She thought: What if Adrian found her dirty? In his position, if the same happened to him, could she pretend nothing happened?

The answer was: No!

A woman’s thoughts are delicate, sensitive, and Adrian, a big man, wouldn’t understand these little intricacies. He didn’t know, just by taking a shower, he made Sienna Johnson think so much.