Chapter 954: Chapter 927: Imprisoning Doctor X (Part 2)

"I’ve changed my mind."

"How can you go back on your word?" Doctor X was annoyed, his silver hair seemed ready to stand on end.

"I’m going back on my word, so what?" Adrian Desmond said, unreasonably.

"Bill, you’re really something, bullying an old man like me!"

"Just stay well, if you want to do research, I can give you a laboratory, monkeys can be provided in unlimited quantities, but not humans.

You also don’t need to relieve yourself three times a week, I’ll give you a few with ****** ample bosoms and great skills in bed, guaranteed to be more satisfying than your self-relief."

"..."

"Once you’ve tasted that kind of thing, you’ll find that even self-relief won’t satisfy you anymore."

"..."

"Old man, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?"

Doctor X: ...

"You’re almost at the end of your time, before you die, you might as well lose your virginity, otherwise, even after death, the other spirits will laugh at you."

Doctor X: ...

Adrian Desmond stood up, scooped up Sienna Johnson horizontally, and kissed her on the lips, "The ankle chain is off, relieved now?"

Sienna chuckled, "I can finally get a good night’s sleep."

Sienna wiggled her leg, no longer hearing the jingling sound. She used to like wearing beads and such on her ankles, but now she had a psychological shadow over it and wouldn’t wear anything on her feet again.

...

With Night Owl’s death, Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond’s life returned to peace. Adrian handed over the Abyanabad affairs to his subordinates, and Sienna too handed over her work to her secretary as her due date was near.

Every day, the two of them were stuck together, living their own little life.

Despite knowing each other for so long, it was the first time they were living together harmoniously and comfortably like this, and Sienna was pleased; if Adrian had any dissatisfaction, it was that he could only look, but not touch.

However, thinking that he was almost through this phase, Adrian could endure it.

One day, during heavy rain, the family of three gathered in the Johnson Family’s pavilion.

Sienna Johnson took a long flute and played it in the pavilion, while Adrian peeled fruits to make a fruit salad for Sienna, and Curly was doing a painting for them.

"Dad, you keep moving, how am I supposed to draw you?" Curly complained unhappily.

"Your mom moved too, why are you only telling me off, not her?" He bullied the soft-hearted girl, only because he couldn’t bear to scold her.

"Talking back? Try doing that one more time?" Curly admonished.

"..."

"Hmph! Not listening!" Curly glared fiercely at her father, exactly in the tone Sienna used when she scolded Curly.

The melodious flute sound, coupled with the rainy weather, surprisingly didn’t evoke any sense of melancholy, instead, it gave a feeling of harmonious joy.

"Mrs. Desmond, your daughter is bullying me again." Adrian complained to Sienna Johnson.

Sienna Johnson put down the flute in her hand, looked at Curly, and asked, "You’ve been drawing for an hour already, let me see what you’ve drawn."

"Don’t move, it’s not finished yet."

"Jayce Johson, even if I give you another hour, you still can’t finish it."

"Hmph, you’re looking down on me!"

Sienna Johnson got up and walked over to Curly. Curly threw herself over her incomplete painting, not allowing her mother to see it.

"Don’t look!"

Sienna Johnson managed to catch a glimpse of the corners, through which she could imagine the entire barely bearable painting.

"Jayce Johnson, I think painting might not be suitable for you."

"Who says? I’ve only learned a little bit, it’s natural that my drawings aren’t good yet," Curly argued defiantly.

"Madam, someone from the Hopper Family has come looking for you." Sally walked into the pavilion to report to Sienna Johnson.

"The Hopper Family?"

"Ashley Hopper!" Sally reminded.

Sienna Johnson frowned, "What are they here for?"

Adrian Desmond still remembered the Hopper Family. "Haven’t you dealt with them yet?"

"I did, just not sure how they found their way here."

Sally asked, "Shall we see them, Madam?"

"See them, let them give up, I don’t want them loitering around my house every day."

Sally asked again, "Bring them to the pavilion?"

"Bring them over."

Sienna Johnson glanced at her daughter, gently stroked her beautiful curly hair, and said, "Sweetie, mommy has something serious to discuss, would you like to go play elsewhere?"

"No!"

Adrian Desmond walked over, sat beside his daughter, and said, "I’ll watch her. Come, try the fruit salad daddy made..."

Adrian fed her a piece of mango salad, and while doing so, he sneakily glanced at Curly’s drawing and also remarked, "Curly, I also think you might be better off switching to learn something else. This drawing of yours..."

"What’s wrong with my drawing?"

"Even I can’t recognize that it’s supposed to be me."

"The essence! Our teacher said the essence of a painting is most important. A painting without its essence is like a person without a soul.

The one I painted may not seem like you, but it has your soul! Dad’s just a fool who can’t appreciate it!"

"Kid, how can you call me a fool?"

"You are a fool!"

"If I’m a fool, then you’re a little fool!"

"You’re the big fool!"

"You’re the little fool!"

"Both of you, stop arguing."

The two of them obediently fell silent!

Sienna Johnson looked at Curly and earnestly said, "Everyone has things they’re good at and things they’re not. You don’t have a gift for painting. We’re not mocking you. Instead of wasting time on something you’re not good at, why not learn something you’re talented at?"

Having always heard praise in her life, Curly found it hard to accept such frank criticism.

"It’s all because daddy’s dumb, which makes Curly dumb!"

"..."

"Mom’s painting is so beautiful, why didn’t I inherit it from you? Mom, look at you, marrying such a silly husband, and then having Curly also turn out silly!" Curly refused to admit her inadequacy in painting and kept finding excuses for herself.