The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 456 - 457: Can’t Eat It, But It’s Good to Look at

Chapter 456: Chapter 457: Can’t Eat It, But It’s Good to Look at

Adrian finished his shower and walked out, the fatigue that had accumulated for so long finally easing, allowing him to relax.

Abyanabad was his home, but even in his home in Abyanabad, he couldn’t find this kind of comfort and relaxation.

Sienna was right; home is wherever your loved one is, even if this place wasn’t his homeland, Abyanabad.

"I’m done showering..."

Because his daughter was present, Adrian wore a bathrobe, but his hair was still wet. He walked to the bedside and saw that Sienna and Curly were already asleep.

Sienna and Curly were sleeping with their heads tilted together. Curly’s brow was smooth, looking as if she didn’t know the meaning of worry. In contrast, Sienna appeared burdened with heavy thoughts.

She frowned deeply, as if disturbed even in her dreams and unable to find peace.

"Why do you think so much all day?" He reached out with his warm hand to touch her brow, trying to smooth out the creases.

Sienna was a light sleeper, so she woke up the moment he touched her. Opening her eyes, she saw Adrian’s worried face, yawned, and said, "Why didn’t you dry your hair?"

"It’ll dry on its own in a bit."

"Could you be any lazier?"

She got out of bed, fetched a towel from the bathroom, knelt behind him, and carefully dried his hair. Adrian’s hair was coarse and a bit prickly to the touch, much like his personality. He definitely wasn’t a gentle man, even though he tried his best to appear so.

"Has anything happened at home recently?" Adrian asked.

"Things are alright."

Adrian snatched the towel from her hands and pressed her down on the bed, carefully avoiding her stomach. "If things were alright, you wouldn’t be frowning in your sleep."

"It’s nothing much. Just a few people went to cause trouble at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, but I exposed them. I was initially worried about what I’d do, having offended Milo Leland. But now, he’s gone mad..."

"You’re pregnant now, so don’t go around frowning all day. I don’t want our son to be born a little old man with furrowed brows."

Sienna laughed. "I know. Your demands are really high. You want me to give you a son, and one who doesn’t frown at that..."

"..."

"Babies are all wrinkly like little old men when they’re born anyway."

Sienna was wearing a nightgown, but its style was conservative, wrapping her up tightly. Adrian looked at her with dissatisfaction. "What about that nightwear I ordered for you? Why don’t you wear it? Why always wear something so unflattering?"

"I’m pregnant now. If I wear it, you can only look, not touch. Won’t you be the one to suffer then?"

"If I can’t eat, surely I can at least look..." He started getting handsy with her. Even dressed conservatively, Sienna could still arouse him.

"Don’t mess around, Curly is here."

"She’s asleep."

"Still no!"

Adrian didn’t want this little third wheel disturbing their time as a couple, so he picked Curly up and took her back to her own room.

When he returned, Sienna had changed into peach-colored nightwear with black lace trim. Her beautiful long legs were exposed, her skin seeming to glow... Adrian gulped, his body giving the most honest reaction.

"Why are you wearing this?" His voice was husky and magnetic.

Sienna loved Adrian’s voice, a voice uniquely his. It was like an old record playing on a phonograph, bringing her a unique kind of pleasure.

"Didn’t you just say that even if you couldn’t eat, it would be good to at least look? Do you still think so now? Are you regretting it?"

Adrian quickly walked to the bedside, his gaze on Sienna making it seem as if he were considering where to take the first bite.

Sienna poked his forehead and said seriously, "Looking is enough. Don’t get any ideas. Sleep!"

"I want you, so much..." He kissed her collarbone, the heat of his lips searing. Sienna leaned back, exposing the perfect curve of her neck.

She fell back onto the bed, her eyes hazy and beautiful, her hair fanned out across the white sheets... Adrian pressed down on her... They intertwined, becoming one.

「...」

The next day, early in the morning, Master Leland sent someone over.

Cynthia Leland also came along. Cynthia Leland was beautiful, her coloring vibrant, like a lush, vibrant peony.

If Sienna Johnson was a lotus in a pond, then Cynthia Leland was the opera actress on stage, heavily made up in bold, rich colors.

"What a coincidence, my timing is perfect. You’re actually having breakfast. Perfect, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet either. Get me a serving too." Cynthia Leland was completely unceremonious.

She plopped herself down, expecting a Servant to serve her food, but unfortunately, no one paid her any mind.

"Miss Leland, what brings you to the Johnson Family so early in the morning?"

Breakfast was made by Adrian. While Sienna was still asleep, he had gotten up early to prepare it for her. This was to make up for his "neglect" of her during his absence.

In the entire Johnson Family, only two people ever got to eat food personally cooked by Adrian: Sienna Johnson and Curly!

Absolutely no one else.

Cynthia Leland was certainly brazen enough. She picked up a spring roll from a plate, popped it into her mouth, and began to eat. "Mmm, this is delicious. Who made it?"

Curly said, "Dad made it."

Cynthia Leland’s eyes lit up, her gaze on Adrian filled with seduction. "I didn’t expect you to know how to cook as well?"

"My dad can do everything!" Curly declared proudly.

Adrian patted his daughter’s head. "Eat! If you’re late again today, your teacher will scold you again."

"Oh." Curly obediently ate her food and said no more.

Sienna guessed the purpose of Cynthia Leland’s visit to the Johnson Family, but with her daughter present, Sienna didn’t want to discuss it with Cynthia, afraid it might scare Curly.

"Are you full?" Sienna asked her daughter.

"I’m full."

"Now that you’re full, let Lucas take you to school."

"Dad, Mom, aren’t you taking me to school?" She looked at her parents with an expectant expression, hoping they would take her.

Curly was young, but her vanity was not insignificant. She had a very handsome father and a beautiful mother. If they took her to school together, everyone would look at her with envy. She enjoyed that envious attention, feeling a little smug in her heart.

"We have customers at home, so we can’t take you today. How about Mom and Dad pick you up from school tonight, okay?" Sienna coaxed.

Curly nodded. "Mm, okay then."

Kiki brought her schoolbag, helped her put it on, and pinned a strawberry-shaped clip in her curly hair, making her look very cute.

"Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Mom..." Curly kissed her father and mother, then whispered in her father’s ear, "Dad, remember to ask the courier if my little red horse has arrived."

"Okay."

Curly was very polite and also waved to Cynthia Leland. "Goodbye, Auntie Agatha."

"Goodbye."

Cynthia Leland watched the child, who was beautiful beyond words, her gaze shifting to Adrian’s face. Curly strongly resembled Adrian; one look and you could tell she was his daughter.