Tired? How could it be? He had always been intensely interested in her, and now, he felt himself falling for her more and more. It was like an addiction, and she was his only antidote.
Sienna pounced on him, deliberately tickling him. Her soft hand brushed over his skin like a delicate feather, tickling his very core.
"Ticklish?"
She didn’t stop, mischievously tickling him, eventually reaching his foot. His body shivered slightly.
Adrian insisted, "Not ticklish!"
"Liar! You’re clearly ticklish, yet you’re trying to fool ." She straddled him and gently tapped his rock-hard chest.
"Well then, let check if Mrs. Desmond is ticklish."
Adrian flipped the script, turning from passive to active, and began to tickle Sienna. He was intimately familiar with her body—he knew, for instance, exactly where she was most ticklish. He deliberately targeted her sensitive waist. Sienna, sitting astride him, squird and dodged, laughing uncontrollably, her giggles like wind chis tinkling under a sumr veranda.
"AH, stop... I can’t take it... HAHA..."
"It seems Mrs. Desmond is indeed ticklish... The seven-year itch, perhaps? Hmm?"
"Stop teasing! I really can’t take it anymore," she pleaded.
Adrian wasn’t about to let her off so easily. This woman is getting bolder and bolder; I can’t just let her off lightly. She needs to suffer a bit to learn her lesson.
"Mrs. Desmond, you really are ticklish, aren’t you? Hmm? What should your dear husband do to punish you?"
"You’re bullying !"
"Mrs. Desmond, your skill at playing the thief who cries ’thief!’ is becoming quite polished."
"Damn you! Who are you calling a thief?"
"You are..."
Sienna protested, "If I’m a thief, what did I steal from you?"
"You’ve stolen my heart..."
He kissed her lips, and Sienna felt a wave of dizziness. Is this what love feels like? My mind is hazy, as if this man has given so bewitching potion, leaving completely at his rcy.
"Adrian, you’re a thief too! You’ve stolen my heart as well!"
"When did I steal it? I wasn’t aware."
"A long, long ti ago. You stole it very early on."
So she’s loved all this ti. Adrian’s heart felt as sweet as honey. Sienna lay on his chest, whispering, "Adrian, my heart is fragile. You must protect it well and not let it get hurt..."
"I’ll keep it safe right here," he said, touching his chest. "Unless I’m hurt, your heart won’t be hurt."
Their gazes, tender and intense, wove together like a net, ensnaring them both. He pulled her hand and placed it on his chest. Beneath her palm lay Adrian’s heart, pounding powerfully.
She gazed at him with her shimring, watery eyes, then leaned down and kissed his lips. He tilted his head up slightly, responding to her kiss.
「...」
Death Island. Adrian had spent eight long years on that island. It wasn’t a place for humans; it was hell. People died there every single day.
There, only the strong survived; the weak were simply killed. Most people were identified only by a string of numbers, their code; they had no nas. Only the strong were granted nas.
His na was Bill, one of the strong ones from Death Island.
So strong, in fact, that he had killed Death Island’s boss and escaped.
"Sixth Master, they’re too cruel!"
Adrian had dispatched two of his top operatives to scout the periter of Death Island. He hadn’t anticipated Night Owl would react with such brutality.
Their limbs had been amputated, their noses and ears sliced off, even their eyes gouged out... Then, flesh-eating ants had been allowed to slowly devour them, leaving nothing but a pile of white bones.
Night Owl relished toying with people, slowly driving them to their deaths, while he himself preferred to quietly observe the entire process.
Jule was the most furious; he had personally trained these two n. They were the base’s most formidable assassins, yet they had been eliminated so easily.
"Sixth Master, we have to do sothing! We can’t just let them walk all over us like this! Do they really think we’re a pushover?"
Walter Klein stopped Jule from saying more. Adrian held a photograph of Sienna. It was clearly a candid shot; she had an enchanting smile, but her cheek was marred by a distinctive mark—the mark of Death Island.
When Night Owl delivered the pile of blood-stained bones, he had also included this photograph.
Night Owl was telling Adrian: Sienna Johnson—he wanted her.
"Contact Alice!" Adrian ordered.
Walter Klein looked troubled. Alice was notoriously elusive; contacting her imdiately would be genuinely difficult.
"Alice parted ways with us in Sileria City. Could she have returned to Demon Island?" Walter voiced his suspicion.
"No!"
"Go and investigate. If I’m not mistaken, she must have co to Abyanabad as well."
"I’ll go at once."
Gazing at the pile of white bones on the floor, Adrian instructed, "Dispose of it. Don’t let Madam or Miss see this; it would frighten them."
"Yes!"
The bones were stuffed into a bag and carried away. The personnel at the base were all orphans, so there were no families to compensate or console.
Everyone withdrew, leaving Adrian alone. He clutched Sienna’s photograph, lost in thought, his brow deeply furrowed with a worry he couldn’t voice to anyone.
Although his base had trained many assassins over the years, they were still far too weak compared to those forged on Death Island.
The first lesson Death Island instilled in its assassins was this:
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who eat and those who are eaten. Assassins must beco eaters of n. To be an assassin, one cannot possess human emotions. So-called assassins are rely beings akin to demons or Satan.
To successfully graduate from Death Island, an assassin had to kill the person they loved most, or their closest companion!
The assassins erging from Death Island were no longer human; they were nothing more than killing machines.
The operatives his base had cultivated were still too weak compared to those from Death Island...
Now, what can I use to protect my wife and child?
「...」
After three days at the base, Sienna Johnson and her group decided it was ti to leave.
Sienna couldn’t find Curly in their room. Stepping outside, she spotted Curly climbing a large tree on the base grounds. By the ti Sienna noticed, Curly had already scrambled quite high, nearly a full story off the ground.
"Curly, co down from there!" Sienna cried out, her heart leaping into her throat.
"Mommy, look! There’s a bird’s nest up there! I want to see the little birds..." Perched high on a thick branch of the tall tree, Curly waved down to her mother.
"Sweetheart, co down quickly, it’s dangerous up there!"
"I want to see the little birds!"
"Sweetie, how about we ask Daddy to get the little birds for you to see, okay?"
"No!"
Curly was incredibly stubborn; once she wanted sothing or decided to do sothing, no one could dissuade her. Sienna wondered who on earth she took after with that temperant.
"Curly, be careful!"
"AH!" Curly suddenly shrieked.
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