Chapter 251: Chapter 251

"You better keep your word this time!"

Having been deceived too many times, Curly didn’t really trust her mother’s words anymore. Instead, she didn’t forget to remind Adrian, "Daddy, don’t get your hopes too high for Mommy’s promises. The higher the hopes, the greater the disappointment."

"You little rascal, you’re getting naughtier and naughtier."

Sienna put her daughter down, letting her go eat by herself. Curly, acting like a little lord, sat there, ordering Adrian to feed her.

"Eat by yourself! Don’t make Daddy feed you; you’re already three years old."

"Three years old is still a kid, you know." Curly sat in Adrian’s lap, eating bite by bite. "Daddy, I don’t like eating veggies. You eat them."

Adrian didn’t like vegetables either, but since his daughter didn’t, he ate them for her, leaving the beef for her to eat.

Sienna kept checking her watch but didn’t interrupt Adrian and their daughter’s meal. Adrian saw this and knew she had come early in the morning for two reasons: first, to pick up their daughter, and second... naturally, it was for that piece of evidence that was burned yesterday.

The thought that this woman had actually disregarded her own hand yesterday for a worthless piece of evidence made Adrian furious. In her mind, he wasn’t important, their daughter wasn’t important, even she herself wasn’t important. Only her work, work, work...

Adrian deliberately ignored her. After their daughter finished eating, Adrian planned to personally take her to kindergarten. Sienna, feeling anxious, finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and said, "Adrian, I need to talk to you."

"I’m taking Curly to kindergarten. If President Johnson is busy, you can leave first."

Adrian took his daughter’s hand and started walking outside. Curly saw her mother and waved. "Mommy, go to work. When school’s out, remember to have my Godmother pick me up."

"Daddy will pick you up after school."

"Doesn’t Daddy have to work?"

"Is picking Curly up from school more important than work?"

Curly blinked, looked at her father, then turned to glance at her mother, who was standing there watching her. Seeing her mother looked a little unhappy, she gave her a brilliant smile and then waved.

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Sienna waited anxiously.

Their daughter’s kindergarten wasn’t far from here, yet Adrian was gone for a full hour. Even though she was very anxious from waiting, since she was the one asking for a favor, she had no choice but to endure it.

Adrian stood by a lake, watching people fish. Elderly men and women were practicing Tai Chi in the early morning—a very leisurely life.

"Sixth Master, Madam has been waiting for a long time. Shouldn’t we be heading back now?"

"Don’t worry. Even if I made her wait all day, she would still wait today."

Adrian gave a self-deprecating laugh. Standing under a willow tree by the lake, he gazed at the sparkling surface of the water. He felt that, in Sienna’s eyes at this moment, he was just a prime cut of meat. If he didn’t have the ’evidence’ she wanted, she probably wouldn’t deign to come looking for him.

"Sixth Master, let’s go back. It won’t do you any good to make Madam unhappy," Walter advised.

Adrian sighed and, heeding Walter’s advice, headed back.

When Adrian returned to the living room, he found Sienna wasn’t there. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked Tatu, "Where’s Madam?"

"The kitchen? Why would she be in the kitchen?"

"Madam said she wanted to make you shredded chicken noodles."

Adrian’s expression softened instantly. He strode towards the kitchen and, sure enough, saw Sienna there, making breakfast. She was wearing a dark apron, her features delicate, her expression focused. The aroma of chicken soup wafted from the clay pot that was bubbling with heat.

She tasted the soup with a spoon, her brow smoothing out, apparently very satisfied with the flavor.

As she turned to get other ingredients from the refrigerator, she saw Adrian standing at the kitchen doorway and smiled. "You’re back..."

Those words, as if traveling through a long tunnel of time, struck him unexpectedly. It was as if they had never been apart, as if she were still that woman on Unnamed Island, living only for him.

"Is there something on my face?" Seeing him staring at her, Sienna wondered if she had gotten something on her face while cooking.

"No, I was just reminiscing about the past. You used to cook for me often. But it was always either terrible Raelnian cuisine or Abyanabad dishes."

"I don’t know how to make Raelnian cuisine."

Seeing Adrian had returned, Sienna started to cook the noodles. Plain noodles, boiled, then topped with Black Chicken Soup and some side vegetables—it tasted great and was very nutritious.

"So, here’s the chicken soup noodles I promised, lest you two say I don’t keep my word!"

"Sienna Johnson!" Sienna corrected him.

"A name is just a label. Do you really need to be so bothered by it?" Adrian was still used to calling her Mai, but Sienna strongly disliked that name.

"Because my name has always been Sienna Johnson. When you call me Mai, I feel like you’re calling a different woman."

"That woman is also you. What’s there to be jealous about?" Adrian chuckled.

"Eat up. The noodles won’t taste good if they soak for too long."

Adrian carried the two bowls of noodles out. At the large dining table, the two of them sat together. Adrian ate his noodles, remaining very silent.

"Why aren’t you talking?"

"I’m waiting for you to talk!" Seeing that the noodles in her bowl were almost untouched, Adrian took it and, not minding that she had eaten from it, began to eat heartily.

"Speak. You came to find me so early this morning, and it wasn’t just to pick up our daughter. You even disregarded the injury on your hand to go to such lengths to make me chicken soup noodles. Although I know you have ulterior motives, I want to tell you, I’m still very happy."

Adrian’s words made Sienna extremely embarrassed. She ran a hand through her hair and said truthfully, "I desperately need that piece of evidence showing Sabrina Johnson stole the formula. Yesterday, you said you had another copy."

"Then, can you give me a copy?"

Adrian finished the Black Chicken Soup in his noodle bowl, feeling warm all over. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, glanced sideways at Sienna, and saw her hand clenched into a fist on the tabletop, her expression somewhat tense.

"PFFT..." Adrian couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "What are you thinking about right now?"

Adrian suddenly leaned closer. Sienna’s body stiffened; she wanted to pull away but forced herself to stay still. Adrian’s expression instantly darkened. "If another man had that evidence, would you be willing to trade your body for it?"

"Adrian, I really want that evidence. Can you give it to me?" she asked softly.

"You still haven’t answered the question I just asked you."

"It’s a meaningless hypothetical. The evidence is in your hands right now!"

Adrian picked her up and set her on his lap. He just held her, without making any other untoward moves, but Sienna’s body remained tightly coiled.

"Has any man ever made things difficult for you?"