The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 591 - 632: Sixth Master is afraid of death too
The next day, when Sienna Johnson opened her eyes, she was startled by the man beside her. Adrian Desmond’s face was covered with red spots. They weren’t just on his face but also on his neck, chest, and arms—dense and resembling the initial symptoms of chickenpox.
In Orienta, children received vaccines after birth, but Sienna didn’t know if children in Abyanabad also received the chickenpox vaccine. Moreover, even adults could contract chickenpox if they hadn’t been vaccinated.
In ancient royal families, whether crown princes had contracted chickenpox was a crucial consideration, as the mortality rate for the disease was very high.
"Adrian, wake up."
Adrian, shaken awake by her, slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Sienna’s worried expression, he also grew anxious.
"What’s wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?"
"Your face is covered in red spots. I’m not sure what illness you have, but it looks like chickenpox symptoms."
Sienna was familiar with these symptoms because she had encountered a child with identical ones during her medical volunteer work in a poverty-stricken area with her classmates.
Adrian touched his face, glanced at Sienna, then suddenly stood up and strode towards the bathroom.
Sienna followed. Just as she was about to push the door open, Adrian stopped her. "You’re pregnant; don’t come in. I don’t know if this is contagious, but it would be a problem for you if it is. Go call the doctor."
"I slept beside you all night. If it were contagious, I’d have caught it already. I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll call the doctor now."
"Alright."
Adrian still wouldn’t let Sienna in. Not only was his face covered with red spots, but his body was too. Adrian felt jittery, afraid he had contracted some terminal illness.
Their child was still young, Sienna was pregnant with another, and the Night Owl lurked as a constant threat. If I die, what will happen to Sienna and the children?
Adrian sat on the toilet, staring at the red spots on his arm. They seemed to be growing more distinct. Panic tightened its grip on his heart.
Could I really have an incurable disease?
"Adrian, I’ve called the doctor. He’s on his way," Sienna’s voice cut through his frantic thoughts.
"Sienna, don’t come in. I’m afraid I’ll infect you," he said, his voice low.
"I already told you, if it’s contagious, I would’ve caught it by now."
"Still, it’s better to be cautious."
"Alright."
Adrian looked at the ring on his finger and gently twisted it. This was a habitual action when he was nervous or bored; fiddling with his wedding ring always soothed him.
"Sienna, are you still there?"
"Yes, I’m here."
"You’re a doctor. Do you think I’ve contracted some terminal illness?"
"Sixth Master, I’m a surgeon, not a dermatologist or an infectious disease specialist. I don’t know what’s happening either. But don’t worry. Your symptoms appeared so suddenly, it’s likely chickenpox or something similar... Adrian, do children in Abyanabad get vaccinated for chickenpox?"
"I don’t know. I haven’t been vaccinated for it."
"Then you might indeed have chickenpox."
"Will I die?"
"No, but chickenpox gets very itchy in the later stages. If you can’t resist scratching and break the skin, you could get scars on your face and body. Sixth Master, weren’t you worried I only fell for you because of your looks? Once you’re pockmarked, you’ll find out if it was really your face I loved," she teased.
Sienna wasn’t overly concerned about Adrian’s illness. Even if it was chickenpox, current medical science could surely cure it.
Adrian touched his face. What if it becomes pitted and cratered like the moon’s surface? The thought depressed him. Wouldn’t that mean I’d be disfigured?
In the future, when I go out with Sienna, won’t people say I don’t deserve her? In Orienta, they have a saying: a beautiful flower planted in cow dung. Wouldn’t I, the Sixth Master, become that pile of dung?
Adrian’s imagination ran wild, conjuring images of an ugly him beside the beautiful Sienna.
Then... I’m going to break down!
He clutched his hair. "If I do become pockmarked, how much of my looks could plastic surgery restore?"
"Adrian, I’ll say it again: I’m a surgeon, not a dermatologist or a plastic surgeon. I don’t know."
"I don’t want to be ugly."
"Sixth Master, you should be worrying about your illness right now."
"Didn’t you say this illness wouldn’t kill me? I’m more worried about the after-effects. Is there any way you can stop me from becoming pockmarked?"
Separated by the bathroom door, they continued their somewhat pointless conversation.
"Hey, are you still there? Why aren’t you talking?"
"Sixth Master, I’m more worried about myself now."
This man cares so much about his appearance, Sienna thought. Would he still love me if I grew old and ugly?
"What are you worried about? Don’t worry. Even if I die, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your life, wanting for nothing."
"Can I remarry?"
"Don’t even think about it! If I die, you’ll wait for me. Once the children are grown, you’ll come down and join me!"
"You’re so selfish!"
"That’s right, I am!"
Sienna was speechless.
"Don’t think you’ll be free of me even if I’m dead. I’ll have people watch you. If you try to remarry, I’ll have your new lover killed. After a few men die, everyone will say you’re cursed and bring misfortune to your husbands. No one will dare marry you then."
"Sixth Master, you’re truly vicious!"
"Yes, I am."
Listening to Adrian’s clearly dejected tone, Sienna realized this wasn’t their usual teasing banter.
He really is sad, lost, and worried...
"Adrian, are you afraid?"
"Yes, a little. I can’t stop worrying about you and our child."
Sienna’s heart softened. She comforted him, "Don’t overthink it. It’s just some red spots; it’s not a big deal. You have to trust modern medicine."
Just then, Housekeeper Adolph Desmond led a middle-aged man in. "Dr. Blake, this way, please..." Adolph guided the doctor inside, only to be startled by the sight of feathers scattered all over the floor. He couldn’t fathom what could have caused such a mess.
"Madam, the doctor is here."
Sienna patted the bathroom door. "Adrian, the doctor has arrived."
"You wait outside. I’m not coming out. Let him in." Adrian, still worried about contagion, was adamant about not seeing Sienna, just to be safe.
"Alright."
The doctor went in. As the door opened, Sienna caught a glimpse of Adrian’s anguished face through the gap. He looked at her too, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment before the closing door cut them off.
Adrian’s eyes were filled with deep reluctance and worry.
He’s actually afraid of dying now! Sienna realized.
