The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1031 - 979: Hand in Hand, Growing Old Together (Part 2)

Sienna Johnson felt a sudden jolt in her heart, and her whole being was thrown off. Adrian Desmond noticed this and held her hand, promising, "I won’t have an affair!"

"If anyone harms my child, I’ll fight them with all I’ve got!"

...

The afternoon sun was gentle and bright, streaming through the dense leaves to form spots of light on the ground.

Adrian was holding Sheehan, hopping and skipping on the spots of light. Sheehan had never played like this before and was very excited, shouting with joy.

Sienna followed closely by their side, her eyes never leaving them.

"Adrian, why do you act like a child..."

"Isn’t it good?"

"I like it."

"I love you too."

Sheehan giggled, and Adrian tossed him into the air, nearly scaring Sienna’s heart out of her chest.

"Adrian, stop! You’ll hurt him."

"Oh..." Adrian missed catching him, and Sienna screamed, lunging forward, but Adrian bent down and safely caught Sheehan before he hit the ground.

"Just messing with you, I wouldn’t let him fall."

"Adrian, can’t you be more mature?" Sienna’s heart was almost scared out.

Sheehan wasn’t afraid at all, pointing to the sky, babbling, and Adrian said, "Your son wants to play more."

"No way!"

Sheehan babbled for a long time, and when his dad didn’t toss him again, he started crying out loud.

"Okay, okay, don’t cry." Adrian threw the child towards the sky again, with a much smaller motion, and Sienna didn’t object this time.

"Are all men so unreliable when taking care of children?"

"I think I’m doing great; see, he’s gotten chubbier recently."

"He’s chubby because I’ve been feeding him a lot; it has nothing to do with you. You don’t produce milk."

"Haven’t you seen those toothpaste ads? Happy mood, good appetite, everything tastes delicious, and the body gets stronger!"

Sienna burst out laughing.

Adrian saw her laughing brightly and couldn’t help but give her a kiss. Seeing this, Sheehan imitated and gave a kiss too.

"Hey, kiddo, she’s my wife!

Kiss your wife, don’t take advantage of mine!"

Not far away, an elderly couple was strolling, and the old gentleman tightly held the old lady’s hand. The old lady wore a burgundy cheongsam with a pearl necklace around her neck, and from her aged face, one could still see traces of her former beauty.

The old lady wobbled as she walked behind, and the two conversed softly, with the gentleman occasionally responding with gentle, smiling glances.

Sienna was instantly moved.

"What are you looking at?"

"Adrian, will we grow old together like that?"

"Of course!" Adrian asserted confidently.

The elderly couple suddenly stopped, and the gentleman slowly bent down, picking a rose from the flower bed, then slowly walked over to the old lady. Due to his age, what was a simple action for younger folks proved difficult for him, and the whole scene looked like a slow-motion film.

Adrian saw Sienna watching them intently and also held his son watching them.

So the family of three watched the elderly couple.

As the gentleman approached with the rose, the old lady seemed to understand his intent. Her gaze added a touch of anticipation as if she was recalling the sweetness of young love.

The gentleman looked at his wife with the same tenderness he had when she was a beautiful young woman.

The gentleman, too old and clumsy, like an unwound robot, placed the rose in his wife’s fully white hair and said to her, "Darling, you look beautiful."

They spoke in English; it’s uncertain if they were part of the Orienta Diaspora.

"Huh?"

Adrian, holding his son with one hand, picked a flower at some point, "What are you so envious of? If you want flowers in your hair, I can pick some for you."

"I’m not envious of her having flowers."

"Then what are you envious of? She should be envious of you; you’re so young and beautiful."

"I envy them: holding hands and growing old together.

Nowadays, feelings are so unstable that growing old together seems like winning 750 thousand in the lottery."

"We’ll grow old together too."

"Hmm."

Sheehan babbled, stretching his small body towards the flower bed, uncertain of his intentions.

"What is he trying to do?"

"He wants to pick flowers too," Adrian translated.

"How do you know?"

"Because he’s my son!"

"He’s my son too."

"We can’t help it; father and son think alike!"

Sienna: ...

Indeed, Sheehan wanted to pick flowers, his little hands eagerly grabbing and picking a flower, then babbling and calling out to Sienna.

Sienna came over, and Sheehan tried to place the flower in Sienna’s hair, but he could hardly do it, pressing hard and flattening the flower.

Sheehan looked at the flower in his hand, then at his mom, and went to pick more, while Sienna held his tiny hand and placed the flower on.

"Sheehan, does mommy look pretty?"

Sheehan babbled a lot, and Adrian translated, "He said you look beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the world."

"He’s so young, what does he know? I think you’re the one who said that."

"Hmm, I think so too."

Sheehan couldn’t see his parents’ tender affection, he only liked playing the flower-setting game.

When Sienna’s head was filled with flowers, she was about to lose it, "Stop picking, the flowers will all be gone."

Thankfully their spot was hidden, lest others see them picking flowers freely, it would look bad.

Sheehan continued, still placing flowers on Sienna’s head, now having learned how to do it.

"Mom’s head is full; put flowers on dad."

Sienna held her son’s little hand, placing it on Adrian’s head, and Sheehan placed a little red flower there.

"What man wears flowers on his head?"