Chapter 1112: Chapter 1052: What Exactly Do You Like About Me
On a snowy night, snowflakes drifted down from the deep blue sky, and the ground was quickly blanketed with a thin, white layer of snow. Walking on it made a crunching sound underfoot.
"Where are you taking me?" Sienna Johnson asked.
"To a Haunted House."
Sienna’s heart was pounding wildly; she was genuinely afraid of ghosts, even if she didn’t know whether they actually existed in this world.
"Why are you so obsessed with taking me to a Haunted House?" Sienna asked in confusion.
"Because I want to see you so scared that you throw yourself into my arms..." He turned his head to look at her face as he spoke.
"I’m not going to throw myself into your arms!"
They passed an intersection and saw an elderly man in a green army coat selling roasted sweet potatoes. All of a sudden, Sienna remembered that Noah Phillips was allergic to sweet potato skins.
Sienna stopped walking and said, "Noah, look how pitiful that grandpa is. It’s so cold, and he’s still out here selling roasted sweet potatoes."
Night Owl didn’t have much sympathy. He swept a disinterested glance at the scruffy old man with a beard, then noticed Sienna staring at him, her eyes clearly expecting him to do something.
"What do you want me to do?" He really couldn’t read the meaning in Sienna’s eyes.
"Buy all the sweet potatoes so that grandpa can go home."
"Oh." That wasn’t hard at all. Night Owl crossed the street and walked over to the sweet potato stand under the streetlamp.
Sienna watched him pull out money to buy the sweet potatoes, her gaze glued to his hands, and she saw him actually reach out and pick up the sweet potatoes with his bare hands...
Noah Phillips couldn’t touch sweet potatoes at all; if he did, he’d have an allergic reaction and break out in red spots.
Sweet potatoes didn’t show up that often in day-to-day life. So even though Noah was allergic to them, not many people should have known.
This man clearly didn’t know that Noah was allergic to sweet potatoes.
A person’s looks and temperament might change, but their allergens wouldn’t.
This man was a fake!
Right now, Sienna was one hundred percent certain.
Sienna suddenly felt a surge of fear. Why on earth was this man pretending to be Noah? And where was the real Noah?
Night Owl came back carrying a big bag of sweet potatoes and saw Sienna staring blankly. "What are you thinking about? I called you and you didn’t even hear me," he asked.
Sienna lifted her head, looking at him with a bright, easy smile. "I was thinking about how we used to eat sweet potatoes together when we were little."
She took one sweet potato, broke it in half, took a bite of one half herself, and handed him the other half.
Night Owl leaned over and bit into the half Sienna had already bitten, saying, "So sweet!"
The word "sweet" carried a double meaning; who knew whether he meant the sweet potato was sweet, or Sienna was.
A police car drove past them, siren wailing shrilly.
Sienna’s phone suddenly rang; it was Adrian Desmond calling. Sienna answered.
"Hello?"
"You’re not allowed to go to the Haunted House with him! Come back immediately!" Adrian commanded.
Sienna had already confirmed that the man beside her was a fake, but she still needed to find out where the real Noah had gone. How could she go back to the Hotel now? If she delayed even a minute, Noah might be in danger.
"You’re going to sleep? Oh, okay, I got it. Bye." Sienna hung up and switched off her phone on the spot.
"Who was that? Adrian Desmond?" Night Owl asked.
"Mm."
"He’s really clingy," Night Owl sneered.
Just thinking about Adrian anxiously waiting in the Hotel for his wife, while he himself was out here with Sienna, made him feel amused.
"If you look at it another way, that’s called caring about me."
Sienna held the roasted sweet potato in her hand, neither eating nor not eating it. Night Owl saw her dilemma, handed her a new one, and took the half-eaten one from her to eat himself.
Loving someone, sharing food with them was also a kind of happiness.
Night Owl could finally understand that kind of happiness now.
"Do you really like sweet potatoes?" Night Owl asked.
Sienna took small bites, looking like she really enjoyed them.
Sienna smiled, a faint dimple appearing in her cheek, and Night Owl felt secretly pleased at his discovery.
"I do. When I was a kid, we didn’t have money to buy snacks. One bite of a sweet, roasted sweet potato made me feel so happy."
Night Owl knew this woman had had a very hard childhood. When he’d read through the files on Sienna Johnson before, he hadn’t felt this kind of ache for her, but now the feeling of heartache was overwhelming.
He felt like he’d fallen in love with this woman.
He’d approached her out of curiosity at first, and the more he got to know her, the more he discovered how wonderful she was.
In all his life, Night Owl had never truly wanted to have someone the way he wanted her.
Interesting, isn’t it?
"Then eat more. I’ve still got plenty," Night Owl said.
Sienna let out a sudden laugh. "I could eat for several days and still not finish all of these."
"Then what should we do? Throw them away?"
"Let’s take them back and share with everyone."
"But I only want to be alone with you."
Sienna pretended she hadn’t heard that. Right now she was preoccupied with how to find the real Noah Phillips.
Her shoulders suddenly felt heavier and warmer—Night Owl had draped his suit jacket over them.
"Thanks."
"Don’t feel any kind of psychological burden. I just want to treat you well." As Night Owl said this, his face flushed slightly.
Sienna stared at his ears and saw that the tips were red too. Did this fake Noah really like her?
"Don’t look at me with those eyes. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing you," Night Owl said in a half-joking, half-serious tone.
"Do you really like me?"
"Of course." Otherwise he wouldn’t have been bored enough to get close to her, to try to win her heart.
He’d started sleeping with women at fifteen, and he’d always treated women in a straightforward, rough way—if he thought one looked pleasing, he’d just drag her into bed, and after a few times he’d lose interest.
"What do you like about me?" Sienna watched every expression on his face closely.
Why exactly was this man pretending to be Noah? Was it really because of her? The thought alone made Sienna feel she was being ridiculously narcissistic.
She didn’t think she was that great—great enough for a man to scheme so elaborately just to get close to her.
"What did I do to give you the illusion that I’d have an affair with you?"
Sienna believed that, in how she handled relationships with the opposite sex, there wasn’t anything ambiguous.
"An affair? I don’t like that word. I think I’m pursuing you, openly and aboveboard."
Night Owl’s gaze was dark and deep as he said confidently, "I’m going to make you willingly leave Adrian Desmond and be with me!"
In terms of looks, he and Adrian each had their own strengths.
In terms of power, he was just in a temporary dormant phase. Once he’d gathered enough strength, who knew who would win and who would lose?
When that time came, he would claim everything of Adrian’s as the victor—including Adrian’s woman.
"What exactly do you like about me?" Sienna truly couldn’t figure out this mysterious man.
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