The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 645 - 686: Keep a Low Profile, Enjoy in Secret

Chapter 645: Chapter 686: Keep a Low Profile, Enjoy in Secret

"Such low standards?"

"My standards have never been high." Sienna Johnson smiled at him. "Do you feel like you lucked out marrying me? Like you scored big?"

"Yeah, I hit the jackpot."

"Sixth Master, one should be humble. Just enjoy your happiness quietly."

"Yes, I have to be low-key. If people find out how wonderful you are and you get snatched away, I’ll suffer a huge loss."

Walter Klein, walking backstage, listened to the two of them joking with such deadpan expressions; it was genuinely hard for him to take. Several times, he almost burst out laughing, but fortunately, his self-control was decent.

...

「ZEST Chocolate Shop」

This was a handmade chocolate shop selling sixteen different flavors. Unlike domestic chocolate shops, traditional flavors like milk, hazelnut, and cocoa weren’t the mainstays here. The store’s star product was durian chocolate.

"Madam, we don’t have hazelnut-flavored chocolate balls, but you can try our signature chocolate—durian chocolate. Durian, the king of fruits, makes for a smooth and creamy filling, all encased in a rich chocolate shell. When the two flavors mingle, the potent aroma of durian is no longer overpowering; instead, it becomes wonderfully delightful. This durian chocolate is our bestseller. If you’ve never tried it, you should buy some and see." The staff enthusiastically promoted their chocolates, and Sienna found it a bit hard to refuse.

Sienna waved her hands repeatedly; she had never liked durian. "Thank you, but I don’t eat durian. Do you have any other flavors?"

"Many more! If durian isn’t to your taste, we also have lime, pandan leaf, spicy truffle, and even medicinal Longjack..."

There were so many chocolates Sienna had never tried. In the end, she bought a little of everything, even some of the durian she disliked.

Although she was the one choosing, who would pay the bill? Naturally, the Sixth Master wouldn’t allow a woman to pay, especially not *his* woman.

Sienna tasted a spicy truffle and frowned slightly. Indeed... this particular flavor really wasn’t for her.

"If I’d known the Sixth Master was paying, should I have bought more?"

Adrian Desmond glanced at her. "Are you implying I’m stingy with you?"

"No, I’m expressing my gratitude. Here, have a chocolate." Adrian couldn’t handle spicy food, so Sienna deliberately gave him a spicy truffle.

Adrian disliked sweets, but he could eat them if necessary. Spicy food, however, was something he couldn’t tolerate. Adrian chewed for a few moments, and his expression changed. Sienna saw a flush creep over his face.

"Water?"

Sienna quickly handed over a bottle of mineral water she had just bought. Adrian gulped down several mouthfuls before the spiciness subsided.

"See how good I am to you? I even had water ready for you."

"You... you woman..." Adrian really wanted to throttle her. "You knew I couldn’t eat spicy food, yet you deliberately fed me spicy chocolate!"

Sienna merely chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I just think you look rather cute when your face flushes red from the spice," Sienna said with a mischievous grin, watching Adrian’s face shift from red to black.

"I was wrong, I apologize! Although I fed you a spicy truffle, I had water ready for you, so that makes up for it, right? Don’t be angry. Why would a big man like you get serious with a little woman like me? Sixth Master, wouldn’t you agree?"

Adrian turned and looked at the shop, venting his anger on the innocent establishment. "Aren’t chocolates supposed to be sweet? Is the owner of this shop out of their mind? Who makes spicy chocolate?"

"I am the owner of this shop!"

With a somber expression, Aria Harris walked over. Owen Hunter followed, carrying Aria’s bag.

Owen smiled at Sienna and Adrian by way of greeting.

Being compatriots in a foreign land, the two women should have been good friends. But because of their children, their relationship was worse than that of strangers.

George adored Curly, but Curly, unfortunately, couldn’t stand him.

George was Aria’s only child, naturally her treasured possession. Since Curly often bullied George, Aria naturally came to dislike Curly’s mother, Sienna, as well.

Aria stared at Adrian and asked angrily, "Sixth Master, pray tell, what’s so wrong with our chocolate that you’d say I have a problem with my head?"

"Nothing."

Aria persisted, "You may not like spicy chocolate, but others do! If you don’t like it, why buy it? You’re the one with a problem!"

Seeing this, Owen quickly stepped in with a placating smile. "The weather’s dry, and tempers are flaring. Everyone, please calm down."

Aria snatched the chocolate box from Sienna’s hand. "If you don’t like it, then don’t buy from us again! I wouldn’t want to sell to someone with a problem anyway!"

"Aria, you’re going too far!" Even Owen couldn’t watch anymore; she was being too impolite.

Adrian wasn’t one to let things slide, especially concerning his wife. Owen prayed Adrian wouldn’t take offense and decide to teach Aria a lesson. A move from Adrian meant either death or grievous injury, and his heart ached for Aria at the thought.

"Adrian, she’s just being thoughtless. Don’t take it to heart with her. Haha..."

Although Adrian felt Aria had slighted him, he was more tolerant because, after all, she was his brother’s woman. Besides, Aria used to be quite pleasant. However, her attitude shifted ever since her George became smitten with their Curly, only to be frequently bullied by the girl.

As parents themselves, Adrian could understand her feelings. If the roles were reversed, and it was George constantly bullying his Curly, Adrian would absolutely "visit" Owen with a submachine gun.

"Mrs. Hunter, you’ve taken the chocolates, but you haven’t given me back my money yet, have you?" Sienna spoke up.

Aria paused and looked at Sienna. Unflustered, Sienna stated, "One hundred and sixteen Abyanabad Dollars."

Aria looked at Owen and snapped, "You give her the money!"

"This..." Owen hesitated, feeling troubled. The two families were very close. To haggle over such a trivial sum now felt like an insult to their relationship. Sienna had asked for it outright. If he really gave her the money, the bond between their families would never be as close.

"Aria, Sienna likes our chocolates. Just give them back what they bought."

"I—refuse!"

She then added, "I’d rather throw them out than sell to them!" Aria, now facing them, was simply unable to calm down.

Sienna walked up to Owen and, her expression unchanged, said, "We ate one piece. So, let’s make it 110 Abyanabad Dollars."

"..."

"Since we’ve finally run into you, how about you also settle your son’s living expenses while you’re at it?"

Owen’s mind reeled. My son’s living expenses?

Hearing this, Aria completely lost it, roaring, "Why on earth should I give you my son’s living expenses?!"