Chapter 1233 - 1173: The Dark Cave (2)

In the darkness, Adrian Desmond took advantage of Sienna Johnson helplessly. Sienna could not speak to stop him, she could only pinch him.

The breath against Sienna Johnson’s ear grew hotter, and her tense body gradually softened, as Adrian Desmond’s hand slid downwards...

"Dad, there’s a whirlpool ahead."

"Ah!" Sienna Johnson’s body trembled under Adrian Desmond’s soothing touch. Adrian held onto Sienna with one hand, while controlling the boat speed with the other.

"Curly, come to Daddy."

"No, I want to be at the bow!"

"Be obedient!"

"Alright."

Just as Adrian Desmond finished speaking, he suddenly pushed hard with the oar in his hand, and the small boat glided over the hump ahead, rushing into the giant whirlpool following the waterfall, and then spiraling deeper into the darkness.

First came a rapid descending, weightless impact, followed by a sudden onslaught of darkness, complete darkness. The flashlight dropped from Curly’s hand.

"Dad, where are we now?"

A bloody human head suddenly fell in front, "Ah..." Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but let out a scream, her face pale as she tightly clutched the boat’s side.

Immediately following, the boat made a big sideways flip, nearly capsizing, and then came all sorts of terrifying, horror scenes on shore, with the sudden appearance of a white-clad ghost from Ringu, giant monstrous babies, and flickering cave lights intensifying the horror.

Sienna Johnson breathed deeply, "Wasn’t it supposed to be a big adventure? Why is it a Haunted House?"

Curly, who was quite brave, said, "This is also a big adventure. Mom, are you very scared?"

As a mother, Sienna Johnson couldn’t show fear in front of her daughter and was glad that it was dark around them so her daughter couldn’t see her expression.

"Mom, if you’re scared, just hide in Dad’s arms. I won’t make fun of you."

Sienna Johnson: ...

"Ah—" Another horrifying hand fell on Sienna Johnson’s head, followed closely by a whirlpool, and in all the chaos, she bumped into a solid embrace.

Adrian Desmond’s strong arms enveloped her protectively, "Don’t be afraid, it’s all fake."

"When can we get out?" Even if it’s fake, she’s scared.

"I don’t know either." It’s Adrian’s first time playing too.

This was scarier than watching a horror movie in a theater, with realistic props and a pervasive bloody scent, making Sienna Johnson’s hair stand on end as she grasped Adrian’s arm tightly.

Adrian’s hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, causing Sienna to scream again, thinking it was another horror prop.

"It’s my hand."

Sienna Johnson was so angry she almost cried, her tears spilling out as she lay in Adrian’s arms, hitting him fiercely, "You’re so bad!"

Just as she finished speaking, they faced another steep slope, and their small boat wobbled as it surged forward. Adrian commanded sternly, "Hold tight!"

Sienna Johnson no longer cared about being angry, pulling her daughter with red eyes into Adrian’s arms, and Adrian quickly held them, the family of three huddled together, shouting fearfully.

After finally getting out of the adventurous tunnel, Sienna Johnson let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wow, that was so fun."

Sienna Johnson’s heart was still pounding, she said, "I’ll never accompany you again." It was terrifying.

Adrian hugged Sienna Johnson’s slender shoulders, smiling warmly as he said, "It’s over now, you’re too timid." He said this while gently patting Sienna Johnson’s back, as if comforting.

Sienna glared at him.

She now had wet hair clinging to her fair, delicate face, and her clothes were slightly damp, sticking to her body with her curvy silhouette vaguely visible.

Especially now, with her face upturned as she lay in his arms, the angle made it so that he could see what he normally shouldn’t.

Delicate collarbones, a beautifully curved neck, and below that the rounded fullness, all within reach.

Adrian’s breath faltered, his eyes darkening, and he suddenly took off his jacket and draped it over Sienna Johnson, commanding hoarsely, "Put it on."

Because of her previous awkward posture, Sienna was actually half-lying in Adrian’s arms, she propped herself up on slender arms, sitting up and fixing her damp, jet-black long hair: "You should wear it."

After all, it was autumn, and Adrian had only a short-sleeved T-shirt after taking off his jacket.

Adrian’s face immediately fell, "I don’t need it."

Frowning, Adrian directly took the jacket and wrapped it around Sienna Johnson in no time.

Sienna Johnson looked at his unsightly face, with a demeanor that made it impossible for her to resist, feeling a bit surprised, clutching the wet jacket as she looked at him.

Her eyes, like black gemstones, also carried a hint of moisture, with slightly damp hair against her delicate face, giving her a touch of allure, her exquisite, fair collarbones barely visible, captivatingly alluring.

But her gaze now carried a bit of confusion, like a child’s innocent bewilderment, blinking without understanding why he was angry.

Adrian’s blood surged, and he stretched his long arms, pulling her firmly back into his embrace.

Her face reddened instantly, feeling a certain hardness pressing against her abdomen, her clothes already half-wet, but the heat just pressed there through the damp thin cloth, sinking into her lower belly.

Last night, Hugo was causing trouble, and Adrian hadn’t been able to fulfill his desires.

"Stop it, the child is here..." she awkwardly bit her lip, breathing into his shoulder.

With one arm holding his daughter and the other pressing Sienna Johnson against him, Adrian breathed wildly, whispering in Sienna’s ear, "Just let me hold you for a while, don’t move..."

His thumb gently rubbed against Sienna Johnson’s small chin, forcing her face to lift, so they were face-to-face, eye-to-eye.

He lowered his head slightly, their breaths mingling, so close that her eyelashes trembled; she felt that he might kiss her at any moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sienna finally heard her daughter say, "Dad, let’s go ashore too, I’m cold."

Time resumed its flow, the surrounding noise, joyful shouts, and splashing sounds returned to their ears. Adrian reluctantly averted his eyes, glanced at his daughter, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

Curly looked at her mother and asked, "Mom, are you sick? Why is your face so red?"

Sienna’s face turned even redder.

Adrian said, "Your mom’s okay, maybe she was scared just now."

Curly frowned: Isn’t fear supposed to make one’s face pale? She scratched her head, looked at her parents, suddenly understanding,

"Oh, were you two doing something embarrassing just now?"

Sienna was planning to go ashore, but upon hearing this, she nearly fell into the river.

Adrian burst into laughter.