The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 580 - 621: Seven-Year Itch, Are You Itching?
"What I said today didn’t have any other meaning. You know my intentions; I never meant to marry more women. Don’t overthink it..."
"Aren’t you just saying I can’t satisfy you? You want it seven or eight times a night, and I can’t handle that," she said softly.
Her hair was so long it was inconvenient to manage. If it weren’t for this man, she would have cut it all off long ago. She gathered her hair to her chest and dried it bit by bit.
He came over, leaned down, and kissed her round shoulder. "It’s because it’s you that I have this desire, so much so that I want to die inside you! You’re my first woman and my only one! During those years you were gone, I didn’t touch any other woman. I married you and brought you back, but it wasn’t entirely for sex."
"Then why did you marry me?"
"Of course, it was to bring you home and spoil you. I want to spoil you until you’re completely unruly, until others can’t stand your bad temper. Then, you’ll have no choice but to stay with me," he schemed.
"My temper is actually very good. You’ll have to try very hard to spoil me enough to make me bad-tempered," she said.
"I’ll try!"
She lowered her head, a faint smile playing on her lips as she playfully complained, "...You’re so cunning! You make it sound as if I’m the one who took advantage of you. I’m your first woman, your only woman—and you’re my only one too, aren’t you?"
Adrian Desmond smiled as well. They looked at each other, both their faces carrying expressions that suggested the ice between them was thawing.
Sienna Johnson had thought they would give each other the cold shoulder for a few more days. She hadn’t expected Adrian Desmond, that chauvinist, to take the initiative and say so much to her. It truly exceeded her expectations.
He took the white towel from her hand and began to dry her long hair. He was clumsy and often tugged painfully at her strands, but Sienna Johnson didn’t say anything.
She was willing to accept his kindness. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"About my sister’s situation, don’t add fuel to the fire."
"Do you really want your sister and Princess Pelindi to share a husband? I heard Paige say that Princess Pelindi is quite formidable. Although Paige wouldn’t necessarily be at a disadvantage, having such an annoying person around every day would make anyone depressed. If it were me, I’d be depressed too.
Besides, the Queen has taken Dylan away, and Paige can’t even see her child now. Dylan is even younger than Curly; he really needs his mother at this age.
I can’t even bear to imagine it. If someone took Curly away from me, I think I’d want to die."
"Adrian, you’re Paige’s brother, her closest relative. At a time like this, regardless of the outcome, please stand behind her. Support her in whatever decision she makes!"
Adrian Desmond confessed to Sienna Johnson, "It’s not that I’m heartless, but I’ll tell you the truth: there’s no precedent for divorce in the royal family. And even if they did divorce, Paige would never be allowed to take Dylan with her!"
Sienna Johnson suddenly turned her head, causing Adrian Desmond to accidentally pull out a few strands of her hair. His heart ached at the sight, and he frowned, looking at her with displeasure.
"Do you really have no way?"
"I’m just a businessman! In Abyanabad, the royal family holds a very high status. The Sultan of Abyanabad is different from the Brevon royal family. The Brevon monarch has no real power, but the Sultan commands the nation’s military and economy. My current influence isn’t enough to challenge the entire country of Abyanabad..."
Truthfully, Adrian Desmond wasn’t afraid of falling out with the royal family. However, this was a critical time. There was also Night Owl, lurking like a venomous snake in the shadows, ready to strike and kill him at any moment. Dealing with that threat required considerable energy, and he didn’t want to be caught between two fires right now.
"So there’s no way?"
"Back then, she was dead set on marrying that old man, Kiya! I told her at the time that if she ever regretted it, she shouldn’t come crying to me. And now, after only a few years, she’s demanding a divorce! A divorce? How dare she even suggest it," Adrian Desmond said angrily.
Sienna Johnson spoke up for Paige, "Oh, come on, it’s not like she had any other choice, is it? You’re her biological brother; who else would she turn to? Don’t be angry anymore. Let’s try to think of a solution. Since a divorce isn’t possible, then let’s figure out how to stop Princess Pelindi from marrying the Prince of Abyanabad and help Paige get her child back."
"You’re so clever; why don’t you tell me what to do?"
Sienna Johnson cupped her chin, thinking intently. Adrian Desmond didn’t disturb her. Noticing the few black strands of hair that had been pulled out onto the towel, he continued drying her hair even more gently. Every single strand of this long hair was his; he didn’t want to lose even one.
"To know your enemy is to be invincible. Have someone investigate Princess Pelindi’s background for me. I need detailed information."
"Alright."
"Are you familiar with Kiya? What kind of person is he? If he doesn’t genuinely like Paige and is just a scumbag, then I still think a divorce would be for the best."
"Not familiar!"
"Isn’t he your brother-in-law?"
"Our auras don’t match!"
In Adrian Desmond’s heart, that old man Kiya was the absolute worst, having used sweet words to trick his precious little sister.
"When he wanted to marry my sister, he was full of sweet talk and even made promises to me. But it’s only been a few years, and he’s already changed his tune," Adrian Desmond said indignantly.
Sienna Johnson looked at Adrian Desmond. She had thought he genuinely didn’t care, but it turned out he was still protective of his beloved sister.
"I believe Kiya does love Paige; otherwise, why would he have married her? Given Kiya’s standing, many princesses would likely be willing to marry him, wouldn’t they? As for why things are like this now, it’s probably the notorious ’seven-year itch’."
"What’s the ’seven-year itch’?"
"The ’seven-year itch’ is a marital phenomenon. It suggests that after the initial passion of falling in love and getting married, a relationship often enters its first dangerous period around the seventh year. As the couple becomes more familiar with each other, romance and excitement can fade under the pressures of daily life. That’s when both partners might start entertaining other ideas... like having an affair!"
"An expert from Abroad once surveyed people of different races in more than 15 countries. The findings revealed that emotional problems in relationships generally arise within the first seven years. This expert also pointed out that having children plays a certain role in maintaining a marriage. If a couple only has one child, they effectively separate sex from procreation. This can lead to higher demands for emotional and sexual satisfaction. Consequently, the previous mindset of ’making do’ or settling for less may change, and any conflicts or friction within the marriage will be magnified...
So, having more children would be beneficial for our marriage."
"Adrian, counting from when we first met until now, it’s been almost seven years. Are you feeling the itch?"
"Not at all!"
"Really? No itch at all?" she looked at him and asked.
"Really, not at all!" he answered firmly.
