Chapter 1087: Chapter 1027: The Difference Between a Wife and a Mistress
Abyanabad, AK Club.
A few Russians with big noses, each with two beautiful Eastern women in their arms, touching, kissing wantonly. If Adrian Desmond weren’t present, these people would probably have engaged in an orgy.
"Sixth Master, don’t you like women?"
Everyone had a beautiful woman by their side, except Adrian Desmond whose side was quite clean. Adrian Desmond was extremely handsome, causing the Russians to wonder if he had certain issues or maybe problems with his orientation.
"I do, but I only want the woman at home!"
Adrian’s gaze swept over those pretty faces, pretty as they were, there was always something missing, not as charming as the one at his house.
"Are you talking about your wife, Sixth Master?"
"Yes."
"Is she beautiful?"
Adrian Desmond didn’t respond; he disliked discussing his woman with other men. Adrian had an obsessive need to possess Sienna Johnson, wishing he could lock her up at home so she wouldn’t see anyone but him.
"You girls serve the customers well, understood?" Adrian ordered.
"Yes, Sixth Master."
The girls were all well-trained and naturally knew how to please men. After Adrian’s command, they tried even harder to showcase their skills.
At this moment, Sienna Johnson called.
Adrian looked at his watch and found it was already ten o’clock. Those Russian men seemed like they were used to nightlife and had no intention of leaving.
"Excuse me, I need to take this call," Adrian said to the guests.
Adrian left the noisy private room and entered the quiet separate bathroom, "Hello..."
"Taking a shower? Why did it take so long to answer?" Sienna Johnson asked.
"Had a few clients, spending time with clients."
"Drinking again?"
"Just a little."
Sienna didn’t believe him, saying unhappily, "Your body is your own. If you don’t cherish it, it’s useless for me to say anything."
Adrian had quite a few injuries, gun wounds, knife wounds... The most deadly was the gunshot wound near his heart, which almost claimed his life.
Adrian was still young, so he was fine for now, but once he aged, various ailments would surface.
"True to be my wife, not like those women in the private room," Adrian laughed.
"What’s different about me?"
"You don’t let me drink, those women are desperate to make me drink. Only you care about my health; they don’t care if I live or die."
"Good that you know."
"Mrs. Desmond, I miss you. Do you miss me?" Adrian suddenly said sentimentally, with a particularly ambiguous tone, making Sienna feel somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, right, I failed to teach Dylan well," Sienna shifted the topic to Dylan.
"Has he been asking you for his mom lately?"
Adrian took a cigarette to his mouth but put it down again, remembering that Sienna didn’t like him smoking or drinking.
"Not looking for his mom, or his dad," Sienna said with a headache.
"What’s going on?"
"I might have said something wrong; Dylan doesn’t even answer his father’s calls now..."
Raising a child is indeed a headache, especially one who is overly smart.
After the conversation at the amusement park, Sienna’s intention was not to let Dylan become dejected because of his parents’ divorce.
The result: Dylan thought his father remarried another woman, hence the divorce.
Dylan demanded his father kick that princess out of the Imperial Palace, and after Kiya declined tactfully, Dylan ignored his father.
After hearing Sienna’s words, Adrian said, "You didn’t say anything wrong; it was Kiya’s fault, to begin with."
"The Sultan of Abyanabad probably hates me now."
Three days ago, Kiya had just been transformed from Crown Prince of Abyanabad to Sultan of Abyanabad.
"Why would he hate you for that? This just shows he is not genuine. Like you often say, ’eating from one bowl while looking at the pot.’ Adrian mocked Kiya, not forgetting to praise himself in the process, "Mrs. Desmond, haven’t you noticed that I’m still the best?"
Sienna responded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, Sixth Master is the best, Sixth Master is the greatest; there’s no one better than the Sixth Master."
"Then you better cherish me well. If I, such a good man, run away, you’d cry for sure."
Sienna gritted her teeth, "I really feel like biting you right now."
"I’ll give you a ’hot dog’ to eat." Adrian’s conversation turned a bit inappropriate.
"Adrian!"
Sienna was annoyed, and Adrian immediately behaved, "Don’t hang up, I’ll stop talking nonsense."
"I have to work tomorrow, you get some rest early too. I’ll hang up now."
Adrian felt that every call with Sienna went by particularly fast. Leaning against the wall, looking at his face in the mirror, he said to Sienna,
"I really miss you."
"Hmm."
Adrian was dissatisfied with her response and complained, "Can’t you just say you miss me too?"
"What’s up with you today?" Sienna felt Adrian was especially clingy tonight, which was unusual for him.
"Don’t get too close to Noah Phillips, I’ll get jealous."
Sienna frowned, "You’ve had people following me again?"
Sienna disliked the feeling of being watched. It made her feel Adrian didn’t trust her, which was an insult to her character.
"I just want to know what you’re doing every day, that’s all."
"Adrian, don’t you trust me?" Sienna’s tone carried both dissatisfaction with Adrian and a hint of disappointment.
Recalling those ambiguous, imagination-inducing photos sent by unknown numbers from time to time, Sienna suddenly felt very aggrieved.
She didn’t ask because she trusted him, respected him, but Adrian had people monitoring her.
What was this?
"Adrian, do you think I’ll have an affair with another man at any time?" Sienna asked angrily.
"No..." Adrian denied.
"If not, why have your people monitor me? I’m a person, not a criminal. Don’t you know having people tail me is a sign of distrust, questioning my character?"
Adrian rubbed his forehead, thinking this woman was being overly dramatic, "I said, I just want to know what you’re doing every day.
Can’t you be less sensitive?"
"I’m sensitive?"
"Yes!"
Sienna hung up with a snap, "Hello, hello?" Adrian immediately called back, but she didn’t pick up.
"Still such a bad temper... You’re just like a cat, ready to bite when things don’t go your way." Adrian muttered, and suddenly, the phone buzzed with a text notification.
It was a picture message from Sienna.
Sienna often sent him photos of the kids, like photos of Sheehan drinking milk, playing alone, or Curly’s dance practice photos...
Before opening it, Adrian thought it was a family photo. When he opened it, he was taken aback.
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