"Love is not about breaking the wings of your lover, keeping them by your side forever. Love is building a warm harbor in your arms, where they can rest when tired and gain the strength to fly even further... Sienna, I’m willing to let you soar, but don’t fly away and not co back..."
"..."
"I don’t want to be alone anymore."
"Adrian..." Sienna Johnson choked up.
She was never an emotional woman, especially after years of experience in the business world, where she had learned to be strong and hide her feelings. But at this mont, she felt her chest flooding with emotions that she couldn’t hold back.
Sienna’s eyes grew sowhat moist. She had once struggled desperately to escape him, precisely because he had tried to break her wings. Now, this man finally understood.
"What’s the matter? ...Why aren’t you speaking? Aren’t you moved to tears?" Adrian Desmond teased.
"Adrian..." she choked, wanting to say sothing but not knowing where to start. "Are you really willing to try to understand , to respect my choices, to support , and to stand by my side unconditionally?"
"Just kidding. I won’t let you fly away. If you dare to fly away, I’ll break your wings and pluck your feathers... A phoenix without its magnificent feathers is just a chicken."
The touching sentint vanished instantly. Sienna’s mouth twitched as she snapped, "Adrian, why don’t you just go die!"
"HA HA..."
"You’re still laughing?"
"I am!" Adrian affird.
"What?"
"I will try to understand you, respect your choices, stand by your side, and never abandon you. But... you have to love only forever!"
Sienna smiled. "Would Sixth Master allow to love soone else?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Then why are you asking?"
"I was just asking to show my magnanimity. You really took it seriously, how silly of you."
"Adrian..."
"Hmm?"
"I really want to bite you a few tis!"
"Where do you want to bite?"
"..."
"Lips? Or... below... Be gentle when biting below, that place is very vulnerable..." As he spoke, Adrian’s words changed in tone, and Sienna realized she couldn’t play romantic gas with this man.
Adrian had once said that all a man’s sweet talk was aid at addling a woman’s wits to get her into bed. He had always put this saying into practice.
I must have been out of my mind to be moved by this man, Sienna thought.
"I’m downstairs in your lobby waiting for you. Don’t be late." Adrian hung up the phone. Sienna saw the man in the building across from hers turn away and disappear from the window, an inexplicable emptiness blooming in her heart.
Sienna muttered, "Adrian, you’re getting more and more incorrigible..." However, she liked it. She liked this man as he was now.
She put away her phone and went downstairs.
Soone could now sway her emotions. Sienna didn’t know if this was good or bad, but she felt very Arianne, and happy with the Adrian of this mont.
She didn’t want to be a ’strong woman’ all the ti. Having soone to lean on when she was tired... Sienna found it blissful and warm.
If she and Adrian could continue like this, Sienna would be grateful to the heavens.
「 」
Eastminster Tower’s 10th floor was a restaurant, occupying an entire floor. Thousands of people could dine here at the sa ti.
Naturally, the food couldn’t compare to that of major restaurants, but for a work al, such a lavish spread was quite rare.
Lunch was free for all Eastminster Group employees, and everyone ate here. This not only saved employees so expenses but also solved their lunchti dilemma.
When Sienna and Adrian entered hand in hand, the once lively restaurant suddenly quieted down. The silence was eerie, as if everything had gone still in an instant.
Sienna looked at the stunned employees and laughed, "Look at you, looking so fierce, you’ve scared all my employees... If I had known, I wouldn’t have brought you here..."
Adrian: ...
Vivian Abbey, who had followed them in, heard Sienna’s words. Seeing Adrian’s displeased expression, Vivian quickly interjected, "Actually, everyone is just very curious about what President Johnson’s husband looks like. Sixth Master is so handso, how could he be fierce-looking?"
Adrian cast Vivian an appraising glance. This woman isn’t bad, he thought. She has tact.
Though it was clearly an approving gaze, Vivian broke out in a cold sweat. Did I say sothing wrong? she wondered, hurriedly lowering her head.
Sixth Master’s aura was indeed overpowering; not everyone could withstand it.
Sienna looked back at Adrian and said to everyone, "Good afternoon, everyone. This is my husband, Adrian Desmond. I wanted you all to et him.
Although this man is handso, he’s riddled with bad habits, and only I can put up with him. So, for those of you who might be captivated by his looks, snap out of it! Otherwise, you’ll be jumping into a pit of fire..."
Soone boldly asked, "President Johnson, doesn’t that an you live in misery every day?"
"Indeed. I’m living through both tornt and joy."
Adrian knew Sienna was only joking, so he didn’t call her out in public. He was here to make his presence known. He scanned the hall and asked, "Where’s Lucy Harrington?"
Lucy Harrington had just piled her plate high with food. Hearing her na, she was about to make a run for it when the surrounding employees collectively pushed her forward.
"You traitors!" Lucy wailed. "To think I always share good food and drinks with you, yet you sell out at a critical mont like this!"
Adrian beckoned to Lucy. "Co here!"
Lucy really didn’t want to go, but... she carried her tray and reluctantly walked over.
My luck has been terrible lately, Lucy lanted internally. I keep offending influential people.
"HEH HEH, President Johnson, we et again. HEH HEH, President Johnson’s husband, we et again. HEH HEH... President Johnson’s husband, you are still as charming and talented as ever..."
Adrian glanced at the food on Lucy’s tray and suddenly remarked, "You’re already quite plump. Why are you still eating so much? Is this what they call giving up on yourself?"
Lucy: ...
"Well... President Johnson’s husband, I’m still growing... so... I need to eat more..." Lucy, who loved food and was a bit chubby, rationalized. She was young, so ’baby fat’ was a natural excuse. It was a perfectly good excuse; why not use it?
"PFFT... Growing? Are you serious? Let tell you, you won’t be growing taller anymore, only wider..."
"President Johnson’s husband, you..." Lucy was stung.
Adrian took out his phone and took a picture of Lucy and Sienna, then uploaded it to the Eastminster Group’s WhatsApp group.
Under the photo, he left a ssage: A beautiful flower needs green leaves to set it off.
The beautiful flower was obviously Sienna, and the green leaves, Lucy.
The quiet restaurant suddenly buzzed with the sound of phones chiming. Everyone saw the latest post in the WhatsApp group, but not a single person dared to reply.
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