The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1009 - 965: Sixth Master Paints

In the end, there was a crunch...

After all, the osmanthus tree is just an osmanthus tree, not a white poplar, how could it bear the weight of the tall Adrian Desmond? A section of the osmanthus tree trunk that had grown for decades just fell.

"Adrian, this was my grandma’s favorite osmanthus tree!" Sienna Johnson couldn’t bear to look directly.

"My swing!"

Curly was stunned for a moment, realizing her swing couldn’t be used anymore, almost crying.

Adrian wasn’t prepared and fell directly to the ground. It didn’t hurt, but his heart ached.

The two women he cared about deeply didn’t show any concern for him.

"I fell to the ground, don’t any of you care about me? Aren’t you going to ask if I’m hurt?"

"Adrian, it’s not even a meter off the ground. If you were seriously injured from it, that would truly be a miracle!"

"Mrs. Desmond, I think I’m hurt, pull me up."

Adrian deliberately stayed on the ground, not getting up. Sienna Johnson knew this man was acting childishly again; if she didn’t go along with him, who knows how he’d make a fuss.

Sienna Johnson walked over and reached out to pull him up.

"What were you thinking? For someone your size, it’s surprising the tree branch could hold you..." Sienna Johnson criticized him.

Adrian held onto Sienna Johnson’s hand, gave a tug, and pulled her down into his arms, their posture intimate.

"You rascal, I knew you were going to be naughty!"

He kissed her eyes. He loves her eyes the most; they are clearer than spring water, more transparent than the ocean waters of Naminua, like a black gemstone.

His hand traced her facial features, gliding over her eyes, nose, lips, then pinching her chin, shaking it slightly with a smile,

"Seven days more!"

Sienna Johnson glared at him, slapped his hand away, and admonished, "The child is here, don’t mess around."

Curly couldn’t see her parents flirting at all; her eyes were only on the broken tree trunk lying alone on the ground.

"My swing, my swing..." Curly muttered, tears streaming down.

Adrian heard her crying, looked at the sad Curly, and lost the thought of continuing to flirt with Sienna Johnson.

He embraced Sienna Johnson to stand, then went in front of his daughter, soothing her, "It’s alright, there are many trees in the garden."

"I just want to swing under the osmanthus tree."

Sienna Johnson said, "Let’s make a frame, put the swing on it; it’s much sturdier than the osmanthus tree."

"No, I just want it on the osmanthus tree... It’s all Dad’s fault that my swing can’t be done..."

"..."

"Don’t touch me, I don’t like you anymore, I want a different dad." Curly pushed Adrian away, speaking angrily.

"Nonsense, you can’t just change dads!" Adrian scolded.

Sienna Johnson soothed, "But if you hang it on the osmanthus tree, Dad and Mom can’t play with you there?"

"Why?"

"Because the osmanthus tree is too fragile, it can’t support the weight of Dad and Mom. We can build a frame under the osmanthus tree and put three swings; then, Dad and Mom can play with you. We can have a contest to see who swings the highest, okay?"

Curly looked at the osmanthus tree, then at her parents, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but I want a pink heart-shaped swing, and none of you can fight me for it." Curly wiped her tears and said.

"Alright."

"..."

"No more crying, crying makes you not pretty."

"Okay."

...

Because Curly was eager, after dinner, Sienna Johnson helped Adrian Desmond in the garden to make the swing.

The frame was installed by hired workers, while Adrian and Sienna Johnson did the ropes and planks themselves.

"What do you want to paint on your swing?" Sienna Johnson asked.

Curly’s swing was painted with a beautiful heart shape, Sienna Johnson painted lotus flowers she liked most, but what would Adrian paint on his swing?

"I’ll paint your face."

"Get lost."

"I just want to paint your face on it," Adrian said innocently.

"Then I’ll be under your butt when you sit?"

"Then you paint my face, I’m willing to be under your butt."

"No way!" Sienna Johnson refused.

"If you don’t paint it, I’ll paint it myself!" Adrian grabbed the pen from Sienna Johnson’s hand, intending to paint on his swing.

"You know how to draw?"

"What’s so hard about drawing?" Adrian didn’t think drawing was a special skill at all.

"Ha... Sixth Master, so confident. I’m curious to see how well Sixth Master can draw."

Sienna Johnson got interested; it was the first time she watched Adrian draw.

Adrian stared at Sienna Johnson’s face as if he was an artist examining the model’s appearance and characteristics before starting to draw, truly having the demeanor of a master painter.

Sienna Johnson squatted there, resting her chin on her hand, allowing him to scrutinize her.

Under the garden lights, casting contrasting shadows, her features looked more three-dimensional; she appeared as beautiful as a fairy from the Moon Palace.

Ten minutes passed, Adrian’s paint was drying on the brush, yet he hadn’t started painting.

"Great artist, you’ve been observing me for ten minutes, can you start painting now?"

Sienna Johnson mumbled, "We’ve been together for so many years, every morning you wake up, the first person you see is me. You still don’t know what I look like?"

"Do you look the same when you wake up as you do now?"

"Why wouldn’t I look the same? Did I change faces?" She was barefaced both in the morning and now.

"You have eye crust in the morning."

"Adrian! I’m going to kill you!"

No woman can stand being told she has eye crust in the morning by her beloved man.

Sienna Johnson blushed, punched him, annoyed by his lack of tact. Adrian easily blocked all her attacks with one arm.

"Why are you hitting me? Did I say something wrong? It’s pretty normal to have eye crust in the morning, isn’t it?" Adrian couldn’t understand why Sienna Johnson suddenly flipped out.

People say men and women are from different planets, which is why men can never understand women.

"Adrian, zip it. I don’t want to talk to you!"

Adrian lowered his arm, allowing Sienna Johnson to sneak attack him. Adrian’s reflexes were impressive, and Sienna didn’t gain any advantage.

"Hmm, I need to start painting."

Sienna Johnson, angry, turned her head away, ignoring him while Adrian concentrated on drawing.

The cool autumn breeze swayed, without the summer’s heat, as Sienna Johnson sat under the osmanthus tree, smelling its fragrance and looking at the bright moon above.

"It’s done," Adrian said.

Sienna Johnson, with her chin in hand, turned her head and nearly had her eyes hurt by Adrian’s painting.

"What do you think?"

Sienna Johnson’s painting was quite good; when she was seventeen, she sold a piece titled "Longing" for 3 thousand.