Chapter 1105: Chapter 1045: Sixth Master Often Steals Buns
"You are not poor, so what are you worried about?"
Sienna Johnson often overthinks and tends to let her imagination run wild, which is a character trait Adrian Desmond particularly dislikes about her.
"I’m thinking about my life before returning to the Johnson Family. You know, I used to be very poor. The people I interacted with were like the Harrison Harris and his son...
They truly had hard lives, working so hard yet barely making ends meet.
So seeing them today reminded me of my adoptive father, and I felt a bit uncomfortable."
"..."
"Back then, my adoptive mother was particularly worried about me because I was too beautiful. She said, with us being so poor, and me looking like this, it might bring trouble."
"Yes, looking like you do, if a man doesn’t have the strength to protect you, you’d likely become a prize for men to fight over."
Just like when he initially took Sienna Johnson from Kenneth Brown’s grasp.
Adrian Desmond wasn’t good at comforting people; he directly pressed Sienna Johnson down, his hand exploring...
"Adrian, don’t. Sheehan hasn’t fallen asleep yet, and I still have to feed him later..."
"Shh..."
Adrian rubbed against her with his weapon; Sienna Johnson couldn’t understand how his interest suddenly piqued while they were talking.
"It’s only when doing this that you concentrate fully. You’re a woman who thinks too much, and I don’t like it when you overthink... now, I want you to think only of me, to focus entirely on making love with me."
"I won’t overthink anymore. Hurry up and get up; it’s only a little after eight, and Sheehan and Curly haven’t gone to sleep yet..." Sienna Johnson was worried about the kids barging in.
"I locked the door already."
"..."
"You really are repressed; just a touch and you’re already wet, yet you keep saying no..." he murmured against the soft skin on her neck, his voice low and appealing, "Women often say one thing but mean another. Saying no means... yes."
"Then I say, yes."
"Alright, for you!"
Sienna Johnson: ...
"Mom..." Curly’s voice came from outside the door.
Sienna Johnson shuddered as a passionate wave surged from deep within, urgent and crimson with desire.
A woman’s orgasm, to a man, is a heart-piercing tease; it’s a summons, an incitement of passion, and Adrian Desmond released his love with a low growl.
The lovemaking was wonderful, although short-lived.
Knock knock...
"Mom, open the door; I have something to say to you."
Adrian Desmond ended the affair hastily, dissatisfied and not yet satiated. Sienna Johnson got up, tidying both of them up, as a lingering scent of intimacy filled the air. She got up to open the window, letting a cold breeze blow in, making Sienna Johnson sneeze.
"Mom!" Curly shouted loudly and impatiently outside the door, pounding on it.
"It’s so late; why aren’t you sleeping and running around?" Adrian shouted.
"Dad, you’re here too?"
This was his room as well; of course, he was there.
Adrian Desmond tidied himself up, ensuring there were no mishaps before getting up to open the door.
Curly rushed in, saw her mother sitting on the bed, and kicked off her shoes to climb onto the bed.
"Mom, I want to donate all my New Year’s money and saved pocket money to kids like Farrell Harris."
That was a good thing, Sienna Johnson said appreciatively, "Hmm, that’s a good thing. Curly, you’re doing the right thing."
"I also have lots of pretty clothes, shoes, toys, and books that I’ve outgrown, which I can donate to them."
"Alright, but it’s very late now; you should go to sleep, as you have school tomorrow."
Curly pouted, disgruntled, and said, "I don’t like our homeroom teacher; she’s mean, and she doesn’t care when others bully George."
"..."
"Our homeroom teacher also always asks me about my dad; I think she must have a crush on him.
You have no idea how excited she looks when she asks me to have a parent come to the school."
Sienna Johnson stroked her daughter’s hair, frowning in thought, as Adrian Desmond said, "How about transferring her to another school? Public School isn’t necessarily the best."
"There’s only half a year left until Primary School. Just another month before the end of the year, and after the new year, another three months before enrolling at Primary School. It’s not appropriate to transfer schools at this time."
Sienna Johnson looked at her daughter and said earnestly, "Curly, in the future, you’ll encounter all sorts of people. Many of them may not be good, and you might really dislike them, but their disappearance won’t come just because of your dislike.
You need to learn to deal with such people; consider it practice.
One day, when you inherit the Eastminster Group, you’ll meet people much worse than your homeroom teacher. As water too clear has no fish, so people too discerning have no followers. You need to start learning to deal with all sorts of people."
"Yes, I understand. It’s training to become an heir! I accept the challenge and will definitely handle our homeroom teacher."
"Alright, go to sleep now."
"Oh, alright." Curly jumped off the bed and glanced at the buns on the table, eyeing them oddly.
Sienna Johnson quickly explained, "Your dad brought them for me; I haven’t eaten them."
Curly turned to look at his father and said, "I knew it was Dad who brought them for you; he always brings dumplings. Can’t you pick something else?"
"Isn’t it hard to find something else? Dumplings are great, full of filling."
The father and daughter were very in sync; it was clear this wasn’t the first time they had done this, indicating that Adrian Desmond often snuck food to her when she punished Curly by not allowing her to eat.
In their household, she was the bad guy, and Adrian Desmond was the good guy.
"Mom, you can sneak a bite; I didn’t see anything." Curly came and went in a hurry.
Adrian Desmond followed and locked the door, also closing the window.
"Mrs. Desmond, shall we continue?"
Sienna Johnson threw a pillow at him, fiercely questioning, "Tell me, do you often sneak buns for Curly to eat?"
"No," Adrian Desmond stubbornly denied.
"Really? Curly is sick of eating buns now."
Adrian Desmond: ...
...
At the old Phillips Family residence,
Noah Phillips tried to dial other numbers with his phone, but he couldn’t get through.
Today’s phones have settings that allow priority dialing to the emergency number even when signal strength is weak or there’s no SIM card, but even 110 wouldn’t connect.
The surrounding darkness was impenetrable, except for the glow of the phone screen.
In such an atmosphere, one could truly be driven mad, and Noah Phillips felt he was on the brink.
On the third day, Noah Phillips finally called Night Owl.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Night Owl laughed. Although it took him three days, the prey still fell into the trap, making Night Owl somewhat smug.
"Where’s my mom?" Noah Phillips’ voice was hoarse, like it hadn’t been quenched by water for a long time.
"She’s gone shopping," Night Owl said, "If you’d delayed calling me by just one more night, she might never have been able to shop again."
"Let me tell you something that only Sienna Johnson and I know," Noah Phillips slowly said.
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