The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 647 - 688: If I Can’t Marry Her, I Won’t Get Married

Chapter 647: Chapter 688: If I Can’t Marry Her, I Won’t Get Married

In the bulletproof business car, Adrian Desmond carefully observed Sienna Johnson’s face, watching her subtle expressions. Sienna, on the other hand, was calmly crunching on an apple, her expression placid; she didn’t look angry at all.

"You... are you okay?" Adrian asked, concerned.

"Why wouldn’t I be?"

"You just had an argument."

"So what?"

"Aren’t you angry?"

"I was angry during the argument, but I’m not anymore once it’s over."

What an attitude! Isn’t that a bit too good to be true?

Sienna shifted her gaze back to Adrian and held the apple she had half-eaten to his mouth. Adrian took a bite.

They both enjoyed sharing food; whenever one of them had something tasty, they would offer the other a bite.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I deliberately provoked her just now."

Adrian looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why would you do that?"

"Judging by Mrs. Hunter’s expression, it’s clear she’s recently been in a manic state. Mania is a type of mental illness; if not treated effectively in its early stages, it can easily worsen into a more severe mental disorder.

"Mrs. Hunter cares most about her son, and she’s incredibly hostile towards Curly. George has been on Unnamed Island for almost a month with no intention of returning. I suspect Mrs. Hunter’s symptoms have intensified recently, almost certainly because of George. So, I deliberately provoked her a little to let her vent. After she let it all out today, if we send George back to her tomorrow, her symptoms should ease."

"Is it really that serious?"

Adrian hadn’t realized Sienna was actually attempting to treat Aria Harris. He’d assumed it was just a typical spat between women. What exactly was going on here?

"Adrian, please trust your wife’s professional expertise."

"But didn’t you say you were a surgeon? You understand psychiatry too?"

He found his wife increasingly formidable—she could treat his gunshot and knife wounds, concoct poisons, cure male impotence, and now, she even understood mental illness... What else was she capable of?

"Please, psychology is a required course for doctors, you know? Medicine is a high-intensity, high-stress profession; it’s easy for doctors to develop psychological problems." Sienna gave Adrian a look that clearly suggested he was out of his depth.

Adrian asked, "What about you? Do you have any psychological issues?"

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder, occasional anxiety, sudden bouts of low mood... Actually, everyone has some psychological issues to a certain degree; it’s just that some people’s symptoms are milder, while others are more pronounced."

"Then what’s my psychological issue?"

"Perversion!"

Adrian glared at Sienna, his eyes conveying a clear threat. "What did you just say?"

"Sixth Master is very healthy, with absolutely no psychological problems whatsoever!" Sienna quickly placated him, not daring to further provoke this man who also had a touch of a short temper.

"So, should I give Owen Hunter a heads-up?"

"If you’re confident you can tell Owen Hunter that his wife is showing early signs of mental illness without him punching you, then by all means, go tell him."

Adrian looked at the sly glint in Sienna’s eyes and asked, "You didn’t say anything earlier and instead directly ’treated’ Aria Harris. Was it because you were afraid Owen Hunter would hit you?"

"Yes."

Adrian stretched out an arm, pulling her into his embrace. "You really don’t trust me enough. Would I let Owen Hunter hit you? If he dared to lay a finger on you, I’d take him out in minutes!"

"Sixth Master, you’re so mighty!"

Sienna fed Adrian another bite of the apple, and he crunched into it. Taking turns, they quickly finished the apple.

Noticing Sienna’s gaze still fixed on the scene outside the car window, Adrian asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Didn’t Mrs. Hunter take the chocolate we bought for your daughter earlier? Of course, we need to pick out another gift for her. Otherwise, when we get back to the island tomorrow, your daughter will definitely give us the cold shoulder."

Adrian was speechless.

"Your daughter understands very well that accepting gifts means owing a favor."

Again, Adrian had no words.

The next day, before Adrian and Sienna had even returned to Unnamed Island, Owen Hunter, led by Adrian’s men, arrived on the island to retrieve someone.

The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon. Exhausted from the previous day’s intense training, George still hadn’t woken up.

Owen Hunter looked at his suntanned son. A smile graced the boy’s face, likely from a pleasant dream. Owen walked to the small bed, bent down, and just as he was about to pick George up, he heard him mumble, "Curly, I like you. Don’t play with anyone else, just play with me, okay?"

"Silly boy," Owen murmured, "Curly doesn’t like you at all. You should just give up."

Owen gently picked up his son, careful not to wake him; if George started crying and fussing, he would wake everyone in the house.

Carrying George, still in his pajamas, Owen left.

Once they were outside the castle and in the outer area, George groggily opened his eyes. Seeing his father, he smiled and murmured, "Dad..."

"Good boy, go back to sleep. I’m taking you home."

George obediently closed his eyes. About a minute later, he suddenly snapped them open. He saw the blue sky, white clouds, and seagulls overhead... He shouldn’t be seeing these things; he should be looking at a ceiling.

"Daddy?"

"Ah, you’re awake."

George sat up and looked around. When he saw the castle receding in the distance, he finally understood what was happening.

"I’m not going home! I don’t want to go home!" he cried, struggling to get down.

But George was, after all, still a child, and Owen easily kept him subdued. "George, your grandparents and your mother are all waiting for you at home. Don’t you want to see them?"

"I want to be with Curly!"

"George, Curly doesn’t like you. You should find another girl to like."

George fell silent.

"You’re still young; you haven’t seen many pretty girls yet. Honestly, if there’s one thing this world isn’t short of, it’s beautiful girls. If you really want to settle down this early, how about I organize a ’bride-selection pageant’ for you?"

Stubbornly, George declared, "I only like Curly! When I grow up, I’m going to marry her!"

Owen, now quite frustrated, scolded, "Have you no shame? Curly dislikes you so much, yet you still shamelessly trail after her, being a complete nuisance! You’ve made me lose so much face!"

"If you’re ashamed to be my dad, then don’t be!"

Owen held his son and gave his bottom a firm slap. "You rotten kid! That’ll teach you to talk such nonsense!"

"Dad, I don’t want to go! I want to be with Curly!" George wailed, on the verge of tears in his father’s arms.

"Absolutely not!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Dad, I know Curly doesn’t like me, but if I don’t keep pestering her, I won’t have any chance at all!

"If I can’t marry Curly, I won’t marry anyone, ever!"

"Just look at you! So unpromising!" Owen sighed.