The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 598 - 639: Nameless Island, Here I Come

The cabin was luxurious; the soft bed was fixed to the hull and didn’t shake during the journey. Through the round windows, one could see the outside scenery, with flying fish occasionally leaping from the sea and flashing past.

"Are you tired? Shall I give you a massage?" Sienna Johnson tried to distract him, to prevent him from getting any ideas during the day.

"It seems Mrs. Desmond is in good spirits, still having the energy to massage me. In that case, later..." He playfully bit her ear. She dodged, ticklish, and said with a playful pout, "You scamp!"

"You swam in the sea following the boat for an hour, and you’re still not tired? I’m starting to wonder if you’re even human."

The boat wasn’t slow, yet Adrian Desmond had kept pace with it, swimming for an hour. Is he Superman? Sienna Johnson genuinely wondered.

"Why don’t you check if I’m human? Do I need to strip naked for you to see?"

"I want to throw you into the sea!"

Adrian Desmond laughed, his eyes suggestively appraising her. "This is the first time I’ve seen Mrs. Desmond in a bikini... I never imagined Mrs. Desmond’s body in a bikini would be so stunning."

Adrian Desmond carefully placed her on the bed, his gaze lingering on the woman in the skimpy swimwear. Apart from her swollen belly, she was perfectly proportioned—full where she ought to be and slim elsewhere, entirely to his liking.

"I’m heavily pregnant; how can my body be good? You’re just spouting nonsense to humor me." Sienna Johnson looked at her protruding belly, not believing his praise at all.

"Your pregnant form is very sexy."

"..."

"...I’m captivated by you... You don’t know how beautiful you are..."

He kissed her, clinging to her, and Sienna Johnson’s face flushed from his ardent affection. "Stop..."

"Stop what?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean!"

"I don’t know anything. I don’t have a clever mind like yours, Mrs. Desmond... If you don’t tell me, how would I understand?"

Where had the aloof Sixth Master gone? Was this clingy man, who could say such sweet things, really their Sixth Master?

He moved to kiss her again, prying open her lips, his kiss so passionate Sienna Johnson was about to succumb. She pushed him away and said hoarsely, "Get away! You’re covered in salt. You’re so salty!"

He had been swimming in the sea for a long time, and his body was caked in saltwater. Now that his skin had dried, a white powder—sea salt—clung to it.

"I’ll go take a shower."

Sienna Johnson listened to the SPLASHING sound of the shower, gently touching her belly. Having to deal with that man’s demands on top of everything... being a pregnant woman is truly exhausting, she thought.

Fortunately, the critical early period of her pregnancy had passed, and the baby was growing strong. She looked tenderly at the baby in her belly, imagining that her child would be like his father: tall, brave, and healthy.

Adrian Desmond came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet. He walked over to Sienna Johnson and, like a playful puppy, shook his head, spraying water from his hair onto her. Annoyed, Sienna Johnson kicked him.

"Resorting to domestic violence again, Mrs. Desmond?"

"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" Sienna Johnson retorted defiantly.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you, Mrs. Desmond, if you enjoy it, feel free to kick me a few more times."

Sienna Johnson didn’t stand on ceremony and actually aimed a kick at his six-pack abs. She didn’t dare to use much force, not because she was worried about hurting him, but because she knew if she kicked too hard, she’d be the one wincing in pain.

"I let you kick me, and you actually dared to?" He grabbed her foot and lightly smacked its sole, making Sienna Johnson’s body tense up.

"Weren’t you the one who just told me to kick you? So insincere!"

Adrian Desmond tossed her a towel and unceremoniously ordered, "Dry my hair for me."

"You’re impossibly lazy," she grumbled, but still took the towel and began to gently dry his hair.

Adrian Desmond sometimes acted like a child, leaning against her, letting her hands softly work through his dark hair. When it was half-dry, Sienna Johnson would massage his scalp, making him so comfortable that he closed his eyes.

"I remember you said there are sharks in this part of the sea. Did you encounter any when you were swimming just now?"

He slowly opened his eyes. Adrian Desmond possessed a pair of captivating peach-blossom eyes. Shaped like peach petals, when he was stirred by emotion, his gaze would become hazy and utterly alluring; when he smiled, they would narrow into bewitching crescents.

Fortunately, Adrian Desmond usually maintained a stern poker face, which had effectively warded off many potential admirers.

Adrian Desmond looked at Sienna Johnson, a smile playing on his lips.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing."

"You still haven’t answered my question." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Although Adrian Desmond liked beautiful and intelligent women, having such a clever wife was sometimes a headache. For instance, right now, his subtle thoughts and intentions could never escape her sharp eyes.

"Who do you think I am? If those sharks dared to mess with me, wouldn’t they just be courting death?"

"Oh, so the sharks recognize you?"

"Why don’t you go ask them?"

KNOCK KNOCK. Walter Klein knocked on the door. Standing outside, he said, "Sixth Master, the boat has docked."

"So soon?" Adrian Desmond asked in surprise.

"Yes, sir."

"Understood."

Walter Klein left. Adrian Desmond looked at Sienna Johnson in her bikini, giving her a playful squeeze. "I was hoping to spend a little more time with you in bed."

"Once we’re on the island, are you planning to leave my side?"

"There are too many third wheels on the island."

"The more, the merrier! It’s more lively that way. When I was little, I always wished for lots of people to be together, having a bustling time, eating hot pot, chatting, playing mahjong... During the Lunar New Year, we’d make dumplings together, have a reunion dinner, and set off firecrackers."

Thinking of the Lunar New Year, Sienna Johnson suddenly said, "Adrian, let’s spend this Lunar New Year in Sileria City. The Oriental Lunar New Year is very lively. By then, the baby will be born, and our whole family will have such a happy and bustling time together."

She touched her belly, her smile soft and sweet.

Adrian Desmond didn’t tell her that, for the time being, he wouldn’t let her return to Sileria City. His sphere of influence was in Abyanabad. If he went to Sileria City, it would be like a tiger losing its advantage on open plains, vulnerable to lesser foes. If Night Owl decided to target him there, he would be at a severe disadvantage.

She tends to overthink things, Adrian Desmond mused. After some consideration, he decided against telling her about Night Owl for now. Telling her would only cause her to worry, and she wouldn’t be able to help anyway.

"Let’s go. I wonder if Curly and the others have arrived yet," Adrian Desmond said.

"Mm-hmm."

Sienna Johnson didn’t take off her bikini, simply slipping a dress over it. She gathered her hair with her hands, coiling it into a bun and securing it with a jade hairpin, revealing her elegant nape.

Noticing Adrian Desmond’s gaze turning intense again, Sienna Johnson fled the cabin as if escaping a dangerous predator.

She went to the bow of the boat and looked at the distant island, her emotions in turmoil.

Life is truly unpredictable, she thought. Years ago, all I could think about was escaping, vowing never to return. Yet, after all this time, here I am, willingly coming back to this island.