The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 559 - 600: Should I Choose a Nice Chest or Nice Legs to Look At?
She looked at the magazine, her curiosity piqued by a topic aimed at women. She asked, "If there were only two women left in the world for you to choose from, would you pick the one with great breasts or great legs?"
Finished, she looked at Adrian expectantly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he replied, "I’d choose the one with a pretty face."
She frowned. That wasn’t an option, was it? She’d asked him to choose between breasts and legs, not a face. She had thought he would greedily pick both, but instead, he’d chosen something not on offer.
"What if they’re both equally ugly?"
"Then I won’t choose."
She hadn’t expected such a reply. "Can’t you be less superficial? Looks aren’t something a person can decide. Besides, what good is being good-looking? It won’t put food on the table."
"But whether I choose or not is my decision. Am I supposed to spend my whole life having to turn off the lights whenever I’m in bed with a woman?"
Seeing she remained silent for a good while, he realized his answer hadn’t pleased her. He moved to sit beside her, picked up the magazine, glanced at it, then tossed it aside. "Don’t worry," he soothed. "In my eyes, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world."
Sienna said unhappily, "Not as good-looking as you."
"Of course," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as his hand slipped into her nightgown, fondling her. "But you’re still quite pretty. Pretty enough to make me want to take you outdoors, under the sun. Fucking you there would definitely be even better."
Sienna snatched up the magazine and smacked his offending hand hard. "You lecher! What on earth is going on in that head of yours?"
"All that’s in my head is you..."
"..."
"Except, you’re completely naked in all of them!" he teased her crudely with his words, earning a sharp bite for his efforts.
Does he have masochistic tendencies? Adrian wondered. Otherwise, why did it feel so damn good every time this woman bit or hit him in bed?
"Go on, bite harder. You biting me excites me too..."
"Get lost!" She stopped biting. If she continued, she might just encourage the debauchee in him.
"..."
"Don’t touch me!"
His roving hand was slapped away. He withdrew it resentfully, only to pinch her cheek instead, his evil grin returning. "Honey, are you angry? What’s there to be angry about? That question earlier must have been made up by a really ugly woman. What man in his right mind would choose nice breasts or legs over a pretty face?
When men and women are doing it, men look at women’s faces... If she’s an ugly hag, a man definitely won’t be able to get hard.
However, you don’t need to worry about that.
My honey has beautiful breasts, beautiful legs, and the most beautiful face of all."
Then, as he pressed down to kiss and nibble her lips, he added, "You drive me absolutely wild."
"..."
"I want to eat you!"
"I’m tired..."
"You slept the whole journey, and you’re still tired? Who are you kidding? Look at you—your cheeks are rosy, your eyes are bright, you’re full of energy. Let’s get some exercise. Once you’re tired from that, you’ll naturally sleep well," he argued, full of self-assurance.
"I’m pregnant!"
"Daily sex makes you healthier!"
Sienna: ...
Sienna stared at the shaking ceiling above, utterly speechless and wanting to cry out to the heavens. As a pregnant woman, she really was... just...
"Focus on me!"
"We’re doing this too often; we have to restrain ourselves..."
"Dr. Johnson, if you’re worried I’ll wear myself out prematurely, then just prescribe me some aphrodisiacs."
"All medicine has side effects. You still need to cultivate your body and mind."
He thrusted heavily. "Dr. Johnson, perhaps you really should prescribe me something. I’m finding myself increasingly incompetent in bed if you, Dr. Johnson, still have the presence of mind to worry about other things at a time like this."
"Be gentle!"
"Are you still thinking about other things?"
"I’m not thinking anymore."
"Hmm? Not even thinking about me?"
"..."
"Say it. Say you want me, that you want me to fuck you every day... Hmm? Not going to say it? If you don’t, I’ll..."
That bastard! He actually pulled out just when she was lost in passion, so close to soaring to the heavens.
He did it on purpose!
Sienna glared at him, but her eyes, glistening with desire, held no threat at all.
"Baby, I want to die inside you!"
...
On the plane to Abyanabad, the private jet was very luxurious and spacious. Sienna lay lazily on the soft sofa, gazing at the cotton-candy-like clouds outside.
Samara and Curly were playing house together, while Grandma and Adrian played Mahjong, a two-player game.
"KONG!"
"..."
"PONG!"
"..."
"Mahjong! Hahaha, I won again! Adrian, hurry up, pay up, pay up!"
The chips were peanuts. At that moment, Grandma’s bowl was piled high with them, and she was grinning from ear to ear, absolutely beaming.
"Sienna, come and play a few hands. Your husband is losing terribly. Come and change his luck for him," Grandma said.
"Grandma, your grandson-in-law is quite the gambler. He’s deliberately letting you win. Do you really think he can’t beat you?"
"Adrian, you weren’t letting me win, were you?" Grandma asked, her expression serious.
Adrian just smiled and didn’t reply.
Grandma got serious. "Young man, show me what you’ve really got. Don’t think this old lady is easy to bully. Bring it on! I refuse to believe that after playing Mahjong for decades, I can’t beat you, a foreigner."
Mahjong was the quintessence of Orienta, after all. Grandma was determined not to be bested.
"Adrian, play for real! Take Grandma down a notch and show her what you’re made of!"
Adrian looked troubled. "Is that really a good idea?"
"I order you to!" She threatened him with her eyes. Sienna’s threats were simple: kick him out of the room and make him sleep alone.
This tactic worked every single time; Adrian was utterly at her mercy.
"Fine."
And so, once Adrian began to display his true gambling prowess, Grandma was no longer his match. The game became completely one-sided.
Grandma watched as the peanuts she had painstakingly won, filling her bowl, rapidly dwindled. Anxiety crept into her eyes.
At this rate, she was going to lose everything!
"Oh, Adrian, Grandma is tired. Let’s play another day, alright?" The old lady decided to cut her losses, unwilling to lose everything she’d gained.
Sienna chuckled. "Grandma, that’s very wise of you. In casinos, there are plenty of gamblers who get desperate and lose everything. It’s rare to find someone as clever as you, Grandma, who knows when to stop. That’s what makes a true winner."
"You two ganged up to bully this old woman! I’m not playing with you anymore."
Grandma got up, and Kathryn quickly came to support her. Seeing Grandma still holding the bowl of peanuts, Kathryn asked, "Grandma, why are you holding that bowl?"
"Who said this is a bowl? This is money, the money I won."
"Grandma, you’re so keen on your winnings!"
"This is what I earned myself; it’s different! Adrian, remember to exchange these chips for real money for me later. Even though you’re my dear grandson-in-law, you still have to give me the money. Even close relatives should keep clear accounts."
Adrian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Grandma, rest assured, I’ll give it to you once we’re back in Abyanabad!"
