The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 727 - 768: A Crack in the Relationship

"Sienna, ever since I found out about your pregnancy, you’ve become so paranoid."

"Is it me being paranoid, or are you the one with something to hide, Sixth Master!"

"What do I have to hide?" he glared at her, demanding.

"You think you should have married Melanie Carpenter. You think you owe her. You think you owe your uncle... You must be blaming me! Blaming me for being so difficult, for not agreeing to let you marry Melanie!"

"You’re being unreasonable!"

"Adrian, ask your own heart, am I really being unreasonable?"

"..."

"You probably think it’s no big deal, just some drug. But have you ever considered that if I had been the one to help you relieve yourself last night, not only would our son have been lost, but my life might have been in danger too?"

"It wasn’t as serious as you make it sound."

"Then what would be serious?"

"..."

"My dying, perhaps?"

"Shut up!"

"If I died, would you finally let go of your guilt and deal with Melanie Carpenter? Or would you forgive her again if she cried, threw a tantrum, or threatened suicide?"

They had just finished one argument, and now, not much later, she was starting another. "Will you ever stop? Are you addicted to arguing?"

Disappointment flickered in Sienna’s eyes. She said coldly, "Adrian, since you feel you’ve betrayed your uncle’s family and are consumed by guilt, why not divorce me and marry Melanie Carpenter? That way, everyone would be happy."

"Shut up! Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?" Adrian snapped.

Sienna’s eyes reddened again, tears welling up, threatening a new storm. Adrian was genuinely afraid of this woman now. "Don’t you dare cry!"

"I’ll cry if I want to! What’s it to you?"

"What on earth is wrong with you today?" Adrian sensed something was truly off with Sienna. Although she could be temperamental at times, she was never one to be deliberately unreasonable.

Her tears were precious, and with her stubborn nature, she rarely shed them. Yet today, she had cried twice. If it were merely his temper—he had a bad temper and often lost it with her—Sienna would usually just glare at him or ignore him; she wouldn’t cry.

"Did someone bully you?"

"You bullied me!"

"Fine, it’s my fault. I’m the bad guy. I apologize. Please stop crying. When you cry, I feel terrible too."

"Why would you feel terrible? Am I not just a woman with no blood relation to you? How could I possibly compare to your uncle and your precious cousin!"

"How could they ever compare to you?" He rose and walked to her side, pulled over a heavy, solid wood chair, sat down, and drew Sienna into his embrace.

It was late, and the opera had ended. The listening hall on the third floor was empty, so Sienna didn’t resist Adrian, nestling into his arms, though her heart felt incredibly heavy and somber.

"Adrian, if it turns out Melanie Carpenter was the one who drugged you this time, what do you intend to do to her?"

Sienna posed the sensitive question again. She needed a clear answer from Adrian; she needed him to take her side.

Adrian remained silent.

His silence was like a dagger plunging into her chest.

"Adrian, I thought I was the most important person to you! It seems I was wrong!" She stood up, pushed away the hand he had around her waist, and strode off.

"Sienna!" Adrian, snapping back to reality, chased after her, catching her at the head of the stairs. "Is this what you’re going to fight with me about all day? Hasn’t the matter even been fully investigated yet? Can’t we settle this once we know the truth?" Adrian tried to reason with her, but Sienna’s expression remained cold and distant.

"Adrian, the person who drugged you had extremely malicious intentions. You have no idea what you were like last night. If you hadn’t vented on that doll, our son and I would likely be lying in the hospital morgue by now. Do you still think this isn’t serious, that it was just someone’s prank?"

"..."

"You think you have such strong self-control that you couldn’t be overcome by a drug? But do you realize that in the latter half of the night, you were clinging to that doll, completely oblivious to my existence? You have no idea how repulsive you were yesterday!"

Sienna wrenched her hand free and marched downstairs.

...

At nine in the evening, Adolph Desmond saw Mr. Xavier driving back to Desmond Manor and hurried out to meet them.

Adolph opened the car door and saw Sienna Johnson alight. He greeted her, "Madam..."

"Mm." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Adolph glanced into the car but didn’t see Adrian Desmond. Surprised, he asked, "Madam, Sixth Master went to find you. Did you not meet him?"

"We met."

"Then why didn’t you return together?"

Sienna didn’t answer him and walked inside alone.

Watching Sienna’s retreating figure, Adolph had a sinking feeling. Mr. Xavier then got out of the car. Adolph walked around the vehicle to his side and asked, "What happened? Where’s Sixth Master?"

"How would I know?" Mr. Xavier replied.

"Weren’t you with them? How could you not know?" Adolph was displeased with Mr. Xavier’s attitude.

Mr. Xavier was usually very discreet and never gossiped, which was why he had been a driver for the Desmond Family for so many years.

The Desmond Family was small, and Paige Desmond had married young. Consequently, Mr. Xavier, the driver, usually received a high salary for minimal work. He planned to retire with the Desmond Family, so despite the light workload, he remained wholeheartedly devoted.

"It seems they had an argument..."

"An argument?"

"Yes. When Madam got into the car, I saw her eyes were red; it was obvious she’d been crying. She wasn’t crying when she went in, but after Sixth Master went up, she came down with red eyes." Mr. Xavier and Adolph were on good terms privately; otherwise, Mr. Xavier wouldn’t have said so much.

"Since Madam returned, Sixth Master has been treating her like a queen. How could he have upset her to the point of tears?"

"Don’t you worry your head about it. Young couples, they fight and make up. A few quarrels can even make their bond stronger," Mr. Xavier said, trying to reassure the anxious Adolph.

Adolph, however, wasn’t as optimistic as Mr. Xavier. "Sigh, they used to argue back then, and even after all these years, with their child practically grown, they’re still at it... Honestly, if you ask me, they’re just not right for each other. Both of them are too strong-willed. Someone like Sixth Master should marry a woman who’s gentle, pliable, and obedient. Our Madam is very strong-willed; she’s not the type to just listen to what a man says."

"..."

"Miss Carpenter is actually very nice—gentle, virtuous, and with a docile temperament. She does whatever Sixth Master tells her... But our Sixth Master just had to fall for Madam, and Madam is hardly the type to keep things quiet..."

"..."

"Why are you pushing me?" Adolph asked, looking at Mr. Xavier, who was making strange faces at him. Adolph was completely baffled. "What’s wrong with your face? Don’t tell me you’re having a stroke!"