The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 768 - 809: She Isn’t Ruthless

"Sienna, since when did you become so kind-hearted? Have you forgotten that you once bewitched every man on the island? Where did the ruthless Sienna Johnson go?"

"I’ve never been ruthless. I enchanted them, yes, but I didn’t kill them.

But if I had the chance now, I would really poison and kill those few men!"

"Those men are my right-hand men. Here, I still rely on them. I can’t punish them for some trivial matter.

Besides, it’s just the death of one woman, it’s not that terrible."

Xavier Young’s tone was indifferent, as if in his eyes, human lives were as insignificant as ants.

"Don’t overthink it, come on, let me take you to eat something. How can you function without food?"

"..."

"Come on, let me carry you."

Xavier Young bent down, just about to lift Sienna Johnson, when something on Sienna’s ankle suddenly flashed, catching his eye.

"What’s that on your foot?" Xavier lifted Sienna’s long skirt and saw two almost identical anklets around her ankle.

"Why are you wearing a ’Cobra’ on your foot?"

Xavier looked shocked at the anklet on Sienna’s ankle, his expression really like he was looking at a cobra.

Xavier was surprised, and so was Sienna. According to Shade Jervois, this was something invented by Doctor X on Death Island, so Xavier shouldn’t have recognized it.

However, Xavier had just named the anklet with precision.

Indeed, this item that resembled an anklet was actually called "Cobra."

Invented by Doctor X, it can eavesdrop and also be used as a bomb with immense power, capable of blowing a person to pieces.

The key issue is, how does Xavier know about this and even know its name?

"Cobra, what cobra?" Sienna feigned ignorance, asking with a puzzled expression.

Xavier also realized his slip and denied it, "It’s nothing, I know someone who designed a similar anklet called Cobra."

"Does this anklet look like a cobra? Why would it be named that?"

"Who knows."

Xavier pursed his lips and asked, "How did you get this anklet?"

"Oh, I woke up one night and it was on my foot. Adrian said he put it on me."

"Are you sure Adrian put it on you?"

"That’s what he said."

Xavier seemed very interested in this anklet, probing subtly, "This anklet is so ugly. Why would he give you such an unsightly anklet? If he wanted to gift you something, it should have been prettier."

"Don’t dogs all wear tags around their necks? That scoundrel Adrian said that by giving me this, others would know I’m his woman!

... Bastard, he’s basically saying I’m the dog he keeps."

"Really? Adrian is too much."

"Let’s not talk about him.

That designer you mentioned? Introduce him to me. I just happen to want to find someone to make jewelry out of the jade stones you gave me."

Xavier dodged the topic, "That designer’s skill is average. If you want to make jewelry, I’ll introduce you to others."

"Okay."

Sienna wasn’t actually looking for a designer to make jewelry; she just wanted to test if Xavier was connected to Night Owl.

Although she couldn’t confirm now whether Xavier was connected to Night Owl, Sienna couldn’t help but start to be suspicious of him.

Adrian had said that Night Owl was very mysterious, rarely interacting with outsiders, and according to Shade Jervois, the thing on her ankle hadn’t been mass-produced yet, not known by everyone.

Even someone like Aaron, a tech guy, didn’t know about this thing, let alone Xavier.

Xavier picked up Sienna and walked towards the dining room, and Sienna noticed that Xavier was glancing at her ankle intentionally or unintentionally...

Interesting.

"You’ve been unwell recently, so don’t see any patients."

"Okay," Sienna said obediently, and Xavier smiled at her, very satisfied with her response.

When they reached the dining room, Xavier placed Sienna on the chair and thoughtfully got her a plush cushion to place behind her.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

It was still just the two of them dining, and the spread was sumptuous. Just the two of them couldn’t possibly finish it; even ten adults would find it sufficient.

Such extravagance was something Sienna was not accustomed to.

A once-poor person, when suddenly rich, might have two reactions:

One is: indulge in excessive luxury, like Xavier;

The other is like her, always fearing she’ll revert to her former state, so she lives simply, with restraint.

"I heard you made a few dishes, which ones?"

"None, I only made a tomato egg fried rice today. Just suddenly craved it."

When they eat now, they no longer sit far apart, each at the end of a long table. They sit close, with Sienna even feeding Xavier.

"Try this..." Sienna scooped up a spoonful of rice, tested the temperature with her lips, and brought it to Xavier’s lips.

Xavier gazed at Sienna mesmerized, feeling like he was in a dream.

"I can eat by myself."

"I like feeding you," Sienna said, looking at him intently, bewitching him with her eyes.

"Okay." Xavier ate the spoonful of fried rice, and Sienna scooped up another spoonful, blowing it cool before bringing it to his lips.

"You eat a spoonful, I eat a spoonful, how can I eat alone?"

"No, yours has carrots and green beans, I don’t like them."

The tomato egg fried rice was divided into two halves, one half with carrots and green beans, the other without.

Xavier couldn’t understand, "If you don’t like them, just don’t put them in. Why add them and not eat them?"

"Without carrots and green beans, is it still fried rice?"

The logic of women, Xavier couldn’t grasp it, but he loved the taste. It felt like something magical, the moment he took one bite, he wanted a second, a third...

"Everything you make is delicious, the more I eat, the more I want to eat..."

Soon, Xavier had finished half a plate of fried rice and still felt unsatisfied.

Sienna chuckled, seemingly he was getting addicted to it.

"Of course, you know who made it? Even if it’s just ordinary fried rice, it’s made by me."

"True, only your cooking tastes this good."

"Then I’ll cook for you every day, how about that?"

"Okay." Then he changed his mind, "Actually, forget it. You’re so far along now, making meals for me would be too tiring."

"It’s not tiring." Sienna scooped another spoonful of rice into his mouth and considerately offered him a sip of juice.

Xavier noticed that the juice he just drank was from the glass Sienna had sipped from earlier, and he smiled broadly.