The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress Chapter 212 - 213: Father and Daughter Wish to Meet

Chapter 214: Father and Daughter et

Sienna Johnson looked up and t Adrian Desmond’s eyes. They were a deep and vibrant black, with a hint of anger and coldness lurking beneath.

"Mr. Desmond, I just want to tell you how I feel every ti you touch ," Sienna said.

"And how do you feel?" Adrian asked coldly.

"The sa way you feel when you sleep with those prostitutes! So, the next ti you force yourself on , think about tonight... think about how you felt when those won forced themselves on you!"

"Sienna Johnson!"

Sienna smiled. "We humans seldom understand each other’s feelings if we haven’t experienced them ourselves. Adrian, if you ever dare to touch again, I’ll find more prostitutes to sleep with you!"

He disgusted her, but she wouldn’t let him off easy either.

Neither of them was easy to deal with.

"...Sienna, when you rember our past, you’ll regret how you treated tonight." His muffled, authoritative male voice carried both a domineering air and an innate cold arrogance. It was low, yet incredibly magnetic.

"I never regret the things I do!" Sienna’s eyes flashed. Her cold voice slowly echoed throughout the room, sounding long and chilling.

"You’re just stubborn!"

In bed, Adrian gently kissed Sienna. She resisted at first, but after a while, she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

His kiss was intense.

Their entanglent felt like tightly binding ropes, as if a blazing fla instantly enveloped them. Sienna clenched the bedsheets, trying to resist the terrifying descent. She bit her lips in pain until she tasted blood, her moans swallowed by the night’s darkness...

"Tell , besides , have you done it with Kenneth Brown?" Adrian asked coldly amidst their trembling passion, his nacing gaze fixed on her face, awaiting her answer.

Even though his investigation was thorough, such private matters remained hidden from him. He was jealous; he simply couldn’t imagine her blossoming like this beneath another man.

Although Sienna’s face was flushed, her tone remained calm and steady. "Yes!"

"You’re lying!" His voice was chilling, making one shudder.

Sienna bit her red lip and softly chuckled. "Don’t forget, Kenneth and I dated for a year. Do you really think we were like high schoolers, just holding hands and nothing more?"

"..."

"If Mr. Desmond doesn’t want to believe it, then just assu I’m lying to you!"

Adrian’s sharp black eyes swept over her, watching her. "I want to hear the truth!"

Her voice showed no fluctuation. "What I just told you was the truth!"

Adrian leaned over Sienna, supporting himself on his muscular arms on either side of her shoulders as he looked down at her. His skin was covered in sweat, his powerful form like that of a wild beast.

Seeing Sienna’s expressionless face, Adrian suddenly closed his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed, his whole body tensing. "Fine! Let’s say what you said is true! From now on, I won’t allow any other man to touch you!"

"..."

"Since that man touched you, I’ll torture him to death! I’ll make him wish he were dead!"

"..."

"Once I kill him, no other man in this world will have touched you besides !" He was so extre.

"..."

"Sienna Johnson, you’d better prepare to claim his body!" With that, Adrian swiftly lay down beside her.

Adrian’s body was burning, as if it might explode. But he knew he couldn’t force her at this mont. That one ti, he had been driven mad by anger and lost his senses. As a result, Sienna had not only reported him to the Police Station but had also hired three won to sleep with him.

Her temper had grown over the years.

"Adrian, you can’t do that!" Sienna knew this man was capable of it.

"Then beg ."

"..."

"Beg , and maybe I’ll be soft-hearted and let him go..." Impossible! Kenneth Brown must be ruined!

Sienna glanced at Adrian. His lips curled into a smile so faint it was almost imperceptible. Despite the unfathomable depth in his eyes, she saw a clear threat...

Sienna remained silent.

Adrian flipped over and pinned her down again. Her scent, her softness—it bewitched him, driving him mad. "It seems you don’t love him that much, do you?"

Sienna knew what this man wanted to hear. "That’s right, I don’t love Kenneth. He’s just soone suitable for ."

"How is he suitable for you?" He didn’t like hearing these words.

His hand gripped her throat as he threatened, "Tell !"

"Adrian, I have a eting tomorrow!"

"So what?"

"I can’t stop you now. If you want to force yourself on like last ti, then hurry up. I need to sleep; I have to be at the company early tomorrow."

Adrian was so infuriated by her indifferent tone that he almost spat blood. "Fine, fine, FINE..." he repeated, then buried his head and bit her lip.

Sienna stared at the ceiling. Her blank mories gradually blurred, and she could vaguely see a familiar, yet seemingly strange face...

"Mom..."

Sienna’s reverie was shattered. Adrian was also startled; his heightened arousal instantly deflated.

"Mom, there’s a monster! I’m scared; I want to sleep with you..."

Curly, holding a teddy bear and wearing pajamas, ran into the room barefoot.

Since Curly often ca to sleep with her in the middle of the night, Sienna had never gotten into the habit of locking the door, which was how Adrian had entered so easily.

In the darkness, Adrian and his daughter exchanged wide-eyed stares, his mood plumting.

He had long been planning their first eting, envisioning many scenarios, but definitely not this one... This was not the kind of encounter he had expected.

It was absolutely terrible!

"Bastard!" Curly threw a vase at Adrian. Stunned for a mont, Adrian was hit squarely by the little girl.

"UGH..."

Sienna pushed Adrian away and turned on the light.

"Curly, are you okay?"

Sienna held her daughter, who glared at Adrian with eyes that strikingly resembled his own. In her hand, Curly clutched a shard from the broken vase, ready to slash Adrian if he ca any closer.

"Curly, put down that shard; you’ll hurt yourself," Adrian said worriedly, having noticed it.

Adrian stared intently at the shard in his daughter’s hand. Her hand was soft and delicate, gripping the sharp porcelain. What if she hurt herself?

"Curly, let go!" At Adrian’s warning, Sienna finally noticed the shard in Curly’s hand and exclaid, "Sweetie, let go! Gently now, you’ll hurt your hand."

Sienna gently tried to take her daughter’s hand, careful not to use too much force for fear of injuring her.

"Who are you? A thief?" Curly asked.

"I am..."