The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 504 - 505: Women’s Thoughts, We Men Don’t Understand
Curly stopped crying, swung her little short legs, and asked Sienna, "Mommy, where’s that whole set of gold needles Grandpa uses for acupuncture? When we go to Abyanabad, bring them for me. I want to prick Little George until he looks like a hedgehog!"
"You don’t know the acupuncture points; you could really hurt someone," Sienna replied.
"I don’t care! It’s his fault my foot got pricked!" Curly said stubbornly.
"Fine, fine. Prick him if you must. His name is George; he’s tough as a rock, he won’t break," Adrian said, doting on her.
Sienna put on a stern face and looked at her. "Curly, you absolutely cannot go around pricking people with needles! That’s not right!"
"Hmph!"
"Curly, pricking people is wrong! But you could try to scare him. If he gets scared, he might stop liking you," Adrian suggested to his daughter.
Curly furrowed her brows, thinking over her father’s suggestion, and the more she thought, the more feasible it seemed. "Dad, if George really gets scared and stops liking me, I’ll give you a diamond."
"Deal. I want the pink one."
"No way! The pink diamond is my favorite," Curly said, looking at her father disdainfully. "A man liking pink? Dad, you’re such a sissy."
Adrian was left speechless.
"Then I want the blue diamond!"
"The blue diamond... I like that one too."
Adrian sat beside her and asked, "Is there any diamond you *don’t* like?"
"I don’t like these flowers. Why don’t you take all these flowers instead?"
Curly glanced at the roses Adrian had given her mother and said, "Daddy, you’re so stingy. You only gave Mom so few flowers. Are you really rich, or just pretending to be? Even that annoying George sent more flowers than you."
Adrian felt slighted. "Your mom says that even if you’re rich, you have to be frugal, or you’ll lose everything, even a mountain of gold. That George, spending money so lavishly at such a young age, clearly doesn’t know how to manage. You must never marry him, or you’ll definitely suffer with him."
"I don’t like him anyway. There’s no way I’d marry him," Curly said firmly.
"Let’s think about what to do with all these flowers," Sienna interjected, cutting off their conversation.
Accustomed to wastefulness, both father and daughter suggested throwing the flowers in the trash. However, Sienna, who was always thrifty, thought of a good way to make use of them.
Isn’t Pauline Briggs’s birthday coming up? These flowers will be perfect for her birthday party, so there’s no need to buy new ones.
Curly said disdainfully, "Whatever you want. I just don’t want anything from George."
"Daddy, my foot hurts! Carry me back to my room," Curly said coquettishly.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Adrian picked up his barefoot daughter, willingly letting her boss him around. "Daddy, when we go to Abyanabad, can I visit Aunt’s big castle?"
"Of course, you can."
"Aunt is a Princess Consort, so that makes Uncle a prince, right? Is he handsome?"
"Of course, he’s not as handsome as me."
"Daddy, you’re so narcissistic! How could you be more handsome than a prince? Princes are always handsome," Curly said, lounging lazily in Adrian’s arms, her little feet resting on his arm and swinging back and forth.
"Real princes are actually quite ugly," Adrian said, shattering his daughter’s fantasy and telling her the cruel truth.
"Then why did Aunt marry him?"
"Love... sometimes, it’s just inexplicable." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Curly poked her head out, glanced at her mother, and then asked in a lowered voice, "Why do you like Mommy?"
"She’s beautiful!"
Curly frowned at him. "Daddy, you’re so shallow! You only liked Mommy because of her looks. Auntie Leanne said that if a man only loves a woman for her appearance, it’s not true love."
"Men always like beautiful women.
If a man tells you he doesn’t love your pretty face but your inner qualities, don’t ever believe him.
He’s definitely lying to you!"
Back then, on the sea, if Sienna had been hideous, I would’ve definitely kicked her back into the water. Of course, I can only think these things to myself; I would never dare say them to Sienna. If I were foolish enough to tell her this, that woman would absolutely be furious with me.
Romance movies say that white lies between lovers help to heat up their passion.
「Abyanabad, Hunter Family」
George stared at the computer screen, his mood low; he hadn’t even eaten dinner.
Adrian had posted a family photo on WhatsApp. Ever since marrying Sienna, Adrian had started using WhatsApp and would constantly post about their sweet and loving life. Dan Taylor had even teased Adrian, saying he was becoming more and more effeminate.
——520. So, this is another Valentine’s Day in Orienta. People in Orienta have so many Valentine’s Days! My wife says that when two people are in love, every day is Valentine’s Day.
I gave my wife roses, and she was very happy. She even personally cooked dinner for me.
Underneath the WhatsApp post was a photo of Sienna in an apron, cooking in the kitchen.
George’s gaze, however, was fixed on Curly, who was standing on a low stool washing tomatoes. Her side profile was adorable.
"Son..."
Owen Hunter, having returned home from work, heard from his wife that their son hadn’t eaten dinner, so he went upstairs to see him. As soon as he entered George’s room, he saw his son’s dispirited expression.
"Your mother told me you didn’t eat dinner. What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
"Dad, I’ve been rejected. Please leave; I need to be alone for a bit."
Owen looked at his son’s slumped shoulders, then glanced at the enlarged photo on the computer screen where Curly was smiling brilliantly. He somewhat understood.
Rejected? When was he ever in love? At best, it was just unrequited.
"A real man should have no trouble finding a beautiful woman. Why don’t we find someone else for you to like?"
George got upset. "Dad! How can you say that? What I feel for Curly is true love! Just because she got angry with me on the phone today, does that mean I should just go like some other girl? What kind of person would that make me?"
Owen pulled over a chair and looked at his lovesick son, wondering how to guide him.
Owen had never imagined he would have to worry about his son’s romantic problems so early on. He thought it would be something for adolescence, at the very least.
"But Curly doesn’t like you at all!"
It’s not just dislike; it’s outright hatred! Adrian’s eccentric daughter... the way she looks at my son is like she’s looking at a disgusting cockroach.
Actually, Owen felt quite upset about it too. How could his and Aria’s precious son be disliked to such an extent?
"Hey, be a man! Stop all this sighing. You don’t seem like my son at all!" Owen said, patting George’s shoulder.
"Dad, why doesn’t she like me? What did I do wrong?"
"Well..." Owen was at a loss for words. "A woman’s heart... we men just don’t get it."
