The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 632 - 673: Letting Peace and Curly

Unnamed Island, Curly’s room.

The room, over eighty square meters, was still transformed by Adrian Desmond into a super dreamy princess chamber for his daughter, even though Curly couldn’t stay on the island for more than a few days.

In the room, there was a dedicated performance stage, even a small French-style cafe, and a luxurious, dreamy castle bed.

Curly’s room was an ocean of pink: lace bows, heart-shaped ribbons, and all sorts of beautiful and enchanting details made one feel as if they had stepped into a fairytale world.

Adrian wasn’t worried at all about spoiling his daughter; his wish was to make her a real princess.

Curly, dressed in her pink nightgown, was kneeling on the castle bed, complaining to her teddy bear about her parents, who only knew how to have fun themselves and paid no attention to their child.

"Little Treasure, don’t you think Mom and Dad are awful? How could I have parents like this? They only care about having fun themselves and never take me along."

"..."

"If they don’t come back tomorrow, I’m going to ignore them forever... and I’ll run away from home."

Curly tugged the bear’s ear and yelled at it, "Little Treasure, you’re bad too! I’ve told you so much, and you ignore me! Hmph, I’m not your friend anymore!"

"It’s a toy; it can’t talk."

The window was open, and the sea breeze whistled in. A man in black was crouching on the windowsill. Curly hugged her teddy bear tightly, retreating to a corner of the bed. Plucking up her courage, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Let! My name is Let!"

"’Let?’" Curly repeated the name. An idea suddenly sparked in her little mind, and she asked, "Do you have other brothers or sisters?"

"I have a twin brother."

"No wonder your name is ’Let.’ Your parents must always make you *let* your brother have his way, right? All the good food and fun toys, you have to give them to your brother?"

Shade Jervois, still crouching on the windowsill, tilted his head to look at Curly. His stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. Hearing the sound, Curly paused, taken aback.

"You poor thing. Don’t tell me your parents don’t give you food either?"

The answer Curly received was another loud rumble from his stomach. Because of this sound, Curly wasn’t quite as scared of this brother who had appeared so suddenly.

"I have some yummy things here. Do you want some?"

"Yes!" Shade Jervois didn’t hesitate.

Curly beckoned to him. Shade Jervois jumped down from the windowsill and came to the side of Curly’s princess bed, demanding, "Food! Give it to me!"

Curly wasn’t stingy. She climbed down from the bed and crawled under it. Shade Jervois squatted down, looking at her with a curious expression. "The food is under the bed?"

"Shh... Quiet. My mom doesn’t let me eat too much candy; she says it will ruin my teeth, so I secretly hid it under the bed."

Curly poked her little head out from under the bed, clutching a candy box. "Don’t tell anyone, okay? This is our secret. Let’s pinky swear."

Curly extended her pinky finger and hooked it with Shade Jervois’s. "Pinky swear, cross my heart, hope to die, no changes for fifteen years! Brother, if you tell anyone, you’re a little dog!"

Shade Jervois stared in utter shock at the little girl before him. Curly had already let go of his hand, but he was still gazing blankly at his own bent pinky finger, finding the whole thing magical.

"Let’s pinky swear!" Shade Jervois hooked Curly’s little finger again. Curly gave it a tug and said, "One pinky swear is enough."

Shade Jervois was still looking at his own pinky finger. Curly thought this brother was very strange. She opened the candy box, which was full of all sorts of candies. She looked at them as if they were her precious treasures, showing them off.

"Brother, what kind of candy do you like? I have every kind here – gummy, hard, fruity, milk, chocolate..."

Curly was kneeling on the floor, her curly hair adorned with a butterfly clip. Shade Jervois squatted beside her, reached out to touch her curls, and suddenly said, "Children shouldn’t get their hair permed!"

"This is natural curl! I was born with curly hair, so they call me Curly. See? My mom clearly doesn’t care much about me. Just because my hair is curly, she called me Curly. If I had dark skin, would she have called me Little Black then?"

"Little Black?"

"It just means black!"

Curly unwrapped a milk candy, popped it into Shade Jervois’s mouth, and looked at him expectantly. "Brother, is it good?"

Shade Jervois disliked dairy products. He frowned, wanting to spit out the candy. But looking at Curly’s small face, he found himself saying against his will, "Delicious."

"Then I’ll give them all to you; I don’t like milk candy." Curly picked out all the milk candies from the box and stuffed them into Shade Jervois’s pocket, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

In truth, he didn’t like them either.

After stuffing the candies, Curly sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at Shade Jervois. "Brother, can’t you sleep either?"

"Mm."

"I can’t sleep either. Brother, let me tell you, my parents are so mean. They go off to have fun by themselves and don’t take me. I’m tired of playing on the island. I’ve decided, if they don’t come back tomorrow, I’m running away from home." Curly continued to complain about her unreliable parents, even planning to threaten them a bit.

"..."

"Brother, don’t you think they’re awful?"

Stared at by a pair of large, jewel-like eyes, Shade Jervois felt as if he’d been hypnotized and nodded.

"Are your parents nice to you? They named you ’Let’; does that mean you have to give all your good things to your brother?"

"Yes!"

Curly pouted and said worriedly, "I’m going to have a little brother soon. Everyone really likes the little brother who hasn’t even been born yet. Do you think they won’t like me anymore after my brother is born?"

"I like you."

Curly tilted her head, looking at him. "Why do you like me?"

"Because you gave me candy."

"Brother, there are so many bad people around nowadays. You can’t just like someone because they give you candy. What if a bad person uses candy to trick you, kidnaps you, and sells you? Then you wouldn’t be able to see your mom anymore," Curly lectured the man, who was old enough to be her father, with a serious expression.

Shade Jervois thought carefully and replied, "You’re a good person!"

"Of course, I’m a good person! I mean, some other people are bad." Curly looked at this brother and worried for him, "Good thing you’ve always lived on the island. Everyone on the island works for my dad, so they won’t bully you."

"..."

"If someone bullies you, tell me, and I’ll get revenge for you. On this island, besides George, no one dares to mess with me," Curly declared righteously.

Shade Jervois really wanted to tell her that no one would dare bully her, but hearing the little girl say this made his heart feel suddenly warm. He just nodded.

"Okay."

There were many people on the island, so Curly assumed Shade Jervois was one of them and didn’t have her guard up around him. "Brother, your martial arts must be amazing! You even managed to climb in through the window."

"Mm."

"I’m learning martial arts too, you know! I’m really good now; Connie and Dylan can’t beat me. But George is so annoying; he always beats me."