The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 648 - 689: Professionally Tricking Son for a Hundred Years

Chapter 648: Chapter 689: Professionally Tricking Son for a Hundred Years

"I want Curly!" George said stubbornly.

Another slap landed heavily on his son’s butt. Owen Hunter scolded him, "You stinky brat, since you’re already aware of this, why don’t you learn how to win girls’ hearts properly?

Do you really think that throwing bugs on a girl’s head will make her like you?

You’re so stupid. No wonder Curly doesn’t like you."

"It’s her fault for ignoring me!" George argued.

On the way, Tatu had told Owen about all the foolish things George had done. As his father, Owen felt embarrassed. He was even more determined to take him home. George’s actions were entirely self-sabotaging. It would be strange if Curly liked him in the slightest.

"Let me tell you, if you keep pestering her like this, it’ll only annoy her more. With your pursuit methods, you’ll never catch her in a lifetime."

George wiped the tears from his face, looking at his father and seeking his help. "Dad, then tell me, what should I do?"

"Girls? They’re not as difficult to deal with as you think.

I’ll find you some relationship experts when we get home and have your uncle guide you. I believe that in a few years, you will be able to win over Adrian Desmond’s daughter."

"Really?" George’s eyes also lit up, glistening with hope and brightness.

"Of course it’s true!

However, I have to warn you.

If you really manage to trick Curly into giving you her heart, don’t devalue her afterward or discard her. Your future father-in-law is very protective. If you mess with Curly and don’t take responsibility, our entire Hunter Family, all 15 of us, will have to suffer for your love affair.

You should know that your future father-in-law can destroy us in an instant!"

"Dad, don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for Curly. I decided to take responsibility for her the moment I kissed her."

"Son, you’re only five years old. Why are you so precocious?"

"Love knows no age!"

Owen Hunter was speechless.

「 」

On the boat, George looked at the Castle on Unnamed Island with a telescope. His heart began to miss Curly as he stared at it, resembling a military fortress.

"Dad, do you think that since I left without saying goodbye to Curly, she will miss me a lot?" George said worriedly.

Owen remained silent.

"Not a lot, just a little bit?"

Owen still said nothing.

"Or maybe just a tiny bit?"

Still, Owen was silent.

"Dad, why aren’t you talking? Does Curly not miss me at all?

How is that possible? We were together for a month. She should think about me even if I were the dog they raised. Dad, you’re lying to me, right?"

Owen Hunter really wanted to throw George, who compared himself to a dog, into the sea. His son used to be fine, but ever since meeting Curly, he was getting more and more abnormal.

"Son, do you know what this is called?"

"Missing her!"

"This is called being unrequitedly sentimental!"

"Do I mean nothing to her?" George stared at Unnamed Island, which had disappeared from his sight, and the horizon where the sea and sky met. His heart became gloomy.

He didn’t want to go home.

"...Dad, if I leave, do you think Dylan and Connie will have a chance? I always feel like they like Curly too."

"Son, I don’t know if Dylan and Connie have a chance or not, but if you stay, you’ll have absolutely no chance. You’re not getting anywhere with her, not getting anywhere..."

"Dad, are you really my dad?" Is it possible for a father to torture his son like this?

Owen continued to hurt his son, believing that it was better to experience short pain rather than prolonged pain. "Son, you might as well have left. She’ll probably set off fireworks to celebrate your departure.

After all, anyone would be happy to see the person who’s been hovering around like a fly every day finally leave."

George had a defeated look on his face and started crying on his father’s shoulder. "Dad, why is my love life so rocky?"

"You’re a boy. Can you stop crying so easily?"

"A man should not shed tears easily, only when he is truly heartbroken!"

Owen sighed.

"Curly, my Curly..."

"Get over it."

"WAAAH..."

"There’re plenty of fish in the sea. You should set your sights on the world, and you’ll definitely meet a girl who makes your heart race..."

"I only like that particular flower, Curly... I want to transplant her to our house and raise her..."

Owen warned, "Son, you’re essentially trying to poach from your future father-in-law. The consequences are severe, do you understand?"

"Curly, my Curly."

"She’s not yours yet..."

"Sooner or later, she will be."

"Young man, work hard!"

「 」

The electric curtains in the room automatically opened at eight o’clock. Sunlight streamed in as the red sun rose above the sea.

Curly, lying on the soft bed, didn’t want to move at all.

Shade Jervois sat on her bed, staring at the girl who still didn’t want to get up even at eight o’clock. He really wanted to lift her up and throw her into the sea.

"Eight o’clock, time to get up!"

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

Curly gave a huge yawn. She felt very sleepy. Yesterday, this ’brother’ had brought her some alcoholic chocolate in the middle of the night. That box of chocolate was actually stolen from the palace.

As a person with normal morals, she believed that stealing was shameful. So, Curly turned into a righteous little angel, lectured Shade, and made him write a self-criticism.

However, she couldn’t understand the self-criticism. She could speak Amwan Language but couldn’t read it.

In the end... in the end... Curly fell asleep.

When she woke up, Shade still hadn’t left. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Brother, I’ve already forgiven you. You can go now. Take the box of chocolates and return it to its rightful owner."

"But I’m too hungry to move."

Curly was speechless.

"I want to eat something!"

Curly stretched out her arm and mumbled drowsily, "Go ahead, eat!"

Shade looked at her delicate, lotus-root-like arm, grabbed it, and bit down. Curly sobered up instantly.

"OUCH!" Curly opened her mouth wide to cry, but Shade quickly covered it. "You can’t cry!"

"If you don’t cry, I’ll let you go."

Curly nodded, and Shade released his hand. Curly looked at her arm, which now bore a circular imprint from the bite. Pouting, she looked at him with a mournful expression. This made Shade feel a little uneasy.

"You asked me to eat."

"If you’re hungry, go home and eat."

"My house is so far away, and I’m hungry now..."

Curly crawled under the bed, retrieved her chocolate box, and handed it to Shade. "Have some sweets," she said.

It wasn’t that Curly was being generous; it was because this person had already eaten most of her precious chocolates, and there wasn’t much left.

She had truly let the wolf into her house.

"I don’t want sweets anymore. I want to eat your grandmother’s cooking. Your grandmother’s food is delicious!"

"My grandmother isn’t cooking today."

"Ask her to!"