The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 681 - 722: Lucas Robertson Can Also Be a Love Expert

Chapter 681: Chapter 722: Lucas Robertson Can Also Be a Love Expert

"If you have something to say, hurry up. I still need to cook."

Kiki felt uncomfortable in this intimate embrace and remained stiff in Lucas Robertson’s arms.

"I’m not letting go! I want to hold you like this!"

"Lucas, are you really Lucas Robertson?" Kiki looked at him in shock. Hearing such words from a cold, tough man like him felt so out of place.

"Absolutely genuine!"

"You scared me today. You should just stay the way you were. I’m not used to you like this." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Isn’t Samuel Palmer like this? Isn’t that the type you like?"

Upon hearing Samuel Palmer’s name, Kiki’s eyes darkened. "Why are you mentioning him?"

Lucas Robertson saw her expression, and his face instantly turned gloomy. It seemed she still couldn’t forget Samuel Palmer.

He forced himself to calm down, not wanting to continue upsetting Kiki.

"I heard your conversation with Madam just now..."

Kiki misunderstood, thinking he was concerned about her spending his money. She defended herself, "You gave me your card and told me to use it as I pleased, so I did. Are you regretting it now?"

"Am I such a stingy man?"

"Oh."

"..."

"Can you let go of me? It wouldn’t look good if someone saw us," Kiki said, flustered.

He had been yearning for this embrace for far too long; why would he let go now?

Lucas Robertson gently kissed her forehead.

"Lucas!" Kiki had never expected him to kiss her in a place like this. She panicked and tried to back away, but his arm was like a vise around her waist, leaving her no room to move.

"What’s wrong with you today?" She struggled to distance herself from him, dodging his incoming lips.

Lucas Robertson didn’t answer her question. He simply tightened his grip, easily quelling her resistance, and pulled her into a corner, kissing her with a desperate, almost frantic passion.

The kiss was long, and Lucas Robertson savored every moment. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped his lips, making Kiki’s face burn red.

Leaning close to her ear, Lucas Robertson confessed his hidden feelings, "...I overestimated my feelings for her and underestimated the ruthlessness of time. Kiki, when I close my eyes now, all I see is you. In fact, I can hardly remember what she looks like anymore..."

Lucas Robertson was a man of few words. If he could answer with a single word, he rarely used two. Yet, he had just poured out so much to Kiki.

"Kiki, I love you! I didn’t ruin your wedding to Samuel Palmer because you confessed to me, or because I felt you should love me for a lifetime. I love you, I want to marry you, I want to live with you... I can’t bear the thought of you with another man, and I can’t bear you walking out of my life..."

Kiki remained silent.

"I know you’re still resentful toward me for ruining your wedding with Samuel Palmer, but I don’t regret it one bit. If I had stood by and watched you marry another man, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life!"

"..."

"I know I hurt your feelings back then. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you, won’t you? I’ll be a good husband, and I’ll be a good father!"

As he spoke these words, Lucas Robertson was overcome with emotion. He was in his late thirties and about to become a father. When he learned of Kiki’s pregnancy, Lucas Robertson had been even more thrilled and overjoyed than she was.

"Kiki, are you still unwilling?"

Kiki was a traditional Abyanabad woman. So, when she found out she was pregnant with Lucas Robertson’s child, she had already given up any thought of getting back together with Samuel Palmer.

"Well, we already have a child. What’s the point of talking about ’willing’ or ’unwilling’ now?" Her tone carried a note of resigned helplessness.

"I’ll make you *want* to marry me!"

"Can you let go of me? I need to cook."

Lucas Robertson frowned. "You’re not their servant. Why are you doing servant’s work? Kiki, I can support you. You can live a life free of worries, like a wealthy madam."

"I’m used to working; I wouldn’t know how to be a wealthy madam." She was content with her simple life, always optimistic, never letting material possessions dictate her happiness or personal sorrows define her. It was this very nature that had captivated the once-restless Lucas Robertson.

He had drifted and wandered for so long; only this woman before him could offer him a sense of stability.

Kiki avoided his gaze. After his passionate declaration, Lucas Robertson himself felt a little awkward, so he changed the subject. "I’d like some fried rice, with plenty of beef and ham."

"Okay."

Lucas Robertson couldn’t dissuade Kiki from her intention to cook for Sienna Johnson and the others. Seeing that pressing further would only upset her, he reluctantly let her be.

"I’ll support you in whatever you want to do."

Kiki’s face flushed slightly. She turned away and murmured, "Mm, thank you."

"I’m leaving now."

"Mm."

When Lucas Robertson exited the kitchen, he found Sienna Johnson outside, eating a mango. She was smiling like a sly fox. Had she overheard his conversation with Kiki? Lucas Robertson guessed she must have heard at least some of it.

His skin was dark, but a faint blush was still visible beneath it.

"Lucas Robertson, we’ve known each other for so long. In all that time combined, you’ve probably said fewer words to me than you just did to Kiki."

So, she *had* heard everything. Lucas Robertson felt deeply embarrassed.

"Madam, thank you for speaking up for me today."

"If you truly want to thank me, then treat Kiki well. I consider her a sister. She’s a good girl, and she deserves your genuine affection!"

"..."

Sienna Johnson then warned him, her tone like that of a protective older sister, "If you ever do anything to hurt Kiki, I will stop at nothing—I mean *nothing*—to make you pay!"

Her words didn’t upset Lucas Robertson at all. He loved Kiki, and it made him happy to know that someone else, besides himself, cared for her so deeply.

"I swear, I will never let Selena Robertson down in this life!"

"Remember your words!"

...

Since Kiki’s arrival, Swallow Island seemed much livelier. Sienna Johnson also became busier. She and her sales team had successfully expanded the market for bird’s nest, focusing their sales strategy on restaurants.

Cloudscape bird’s nest, marketed with an emphasis on healthy eating, quickly captured the attention of Abyanabad consumers.

While the booming sales of bird’s nest delighted Sienna Johnson, it also brought a new headache: production couldn’t keep up with demand.

In Adrian Desmond’s study, Sienna Johnson sat at a table, her brow furrowed in thought. Adrian Desmond had also been incredibly busy lately—so busy, in fact, that he no longer pestered her for intimacy at night. If he weren’t sleeping beside her every night, Sienna Johnson might have started to wonder if he was having an affair.

"Mrs. Desmond, do you realize how many times you’ve sighed?" Adrian Desmond put down his work and looked at Sienna Johnson.

"Life is certainly full of surprises. I used to worry about not being able to sell Swallow Island’s bird’s nest. Now, production can’t even keep up with customer demand."