The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 974 - 940: The Desmond Family’s Little Son-in-law Arrives

"Stop talking nonsense, I never beat you all day long." Sienna Johnson wouldn’t admit it.

Adrian Desmond grabbed her foot and accused, "This foot, two minutes ago, kicked me."

"And back in those days... you even spanked me."

Adrian, while in bed, had many bad habits. For example, during intimate moments, he liked to playfully slap her butt. Of course, it never hurt, but it really... was embarrassing.

"That’s called fun, it doesn’t count!"

"If that doesn’t count, then what does?"

Adrian’s dark eyes glanced over, "Do you want to witness me hitting someone?"

"No!"

Adrian lay over and pulled her into his embrace. The weather had cooled, and Sienna no longer resisted his hug.

"There’s something I want to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

"George wants to come live at our house."

If this were before, Sienna would definitely not agree. Now, she was eager to have someone around to annoy Curly.

"Let him come, stay as long as he wants."

Adrian had thought she wouldn’t agree and had prepared a lot of reasons, but unexpectedly, she agreed so readily.

"Aren’t you going to ask why George wants to come live with us?"

"What else could it be for? Your daughter."

Everyone knew George liked Curly.

Adrian said, "George’s grandfather has cancer, already in the middle stage. The old man refused to undergo surgery, so Aria Harris and Owen Hunter came over from Abyanabad to persuade him. Because they have to take care of the old man in the hospital, George can’t stay there all the time, so they asked me to watch over him.

Of course, the main reason the kid is willing to come to our house is still because of Curly."

"About George wanting to come live with us, you go tell her."

The bad guy can’t always be me; Adrian needs to play the villain too.

"Okay."

...

The old lady was going to celebrate her eightieth birthday and invited an opera troupe. Curly came to watch them set up the stage.

Lorie Cooper carefully protected her, afraid she might get hurt, "Curly, you can’t go over there. They’re setting up the stage, what if something falls and hits you?"

"Oh."

"Lorie, have you watched opera before?"

"I watched when I was very young, but I don’t remember it well."

After Rosie Cooper passed away, without her sister’s protection, Lorie was forced to grow up, taking on the role of the eldest sister and caring for her two younger sisters.

After Rosie Cooper passed away, Sienna felt guilty and compensated them a lot, even sending Lorie’s two younger sisters to school. She originally wanted Lorie to go to school too, but Lorie didn’t go.

The three Cooper sisters were very open-minded. When they were bodyguards for others, they were always ready to make sacrifices. Maybe, one day, she would also die like her sister did...

"Lorie, I’m talking to you, and you’re ignoring me. Hmph!"

"Sorry, I was distracted just now. What were you saying?"

"I want to learn to sing opera too. On Great-grandma’s eightieth birthday, I want to sing for her; she’ll definitely be happy."

Curly had been worried about what gift to give Great-grandma, as she lacked for nothing. She could sing opera, or at least dance a bit.

"Haha... wonderful, it’s decided then."

"..."

"Come on, let’s go find the opera troupe’s leader."

Curly grabbed Lorie’s hand to find the troupe leader, wanting to learn an opera to amuse Great-grandma.

The troupe was called Pear Spring. The leader was an old man named Old Master Spring, from a long line of opera singers. But his only grandson didn’t perform opera and turned to rock music, almost driving the old man to death.

"Little darling, go play over there. It’s dangerous here with the stage being set."

Probably because he was an opera singer himself, the grandpa’s speech was clear and resounding.

"Grandpa, I want to learn opera from you."

"Ah?"

Curly said, "My Great-grandma is turning eighty; I want to sing for her on her birthday."

"What a filial child you are, much more than that ungrateful boy of ours. Indeed, having a granddaughter is better."

Old Master Spring never missed a chance to complain about his rebellious grandson. That grandson is none other than Curly’s idol, Nike.

"Grandpa, please teach me. I’ll study hard."

"Okay, okay." Old Master Spring agreed readily.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

...

George followed his parents to the Johnson Family’s place, drawn by the sound of gongs and drums. Following the sound, his gaze landed on the stage where Concubine was about to commit suicide with a sword.

"Oh, my king! How could I burden you? If our campaign goes unfavorably, retreat to Easthill and plan again. I shall take my own life with the sword by your waist, so you needn’t worry about me!"

A small figure, face masked with heavy makeup, hiding a delicate visage, adorned in splendid opera costumes, with bright teeth and lively eyes.

The gleaming sword, under the bright stage lights, struck precisely, reflecting painfully in George’s eyes, yet he couldn’t bear to look away.

Many, many years later, when George recalled this scene, his heart still raced.

"Grandpa, how was my singing?"

With the sound of gongs and drums halted, the opera came to an end.

Curly was not the tragic wife of the King of Chu, but Adrian’s little princess, the apple of Sienna’s eye.

"Not bad, not bad, Curly, would you like to learn opera with Grandpa?" Old Master Spring, like a cunning fox, was coaxing the naive Curly.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"My mom said makeup is bad for kids’ skin. With so much stuff on my face all the time from opera, my skin will be ruined when I grow up." Curly shook her head, "No, no..."

Old Master Spring thought: Why are kids these days so difficult? Is his life’s knowledge going to fade with him with no successor?

"Curly!" George called out.

The small body on stage shuddered and looked over with cold eyes.

"Curly, I brought you a gift." George approached with a big box in his hand.

Reaching the high stage, George placed the box on the edge and said to Curly, "Curly, look what I’ve brought you as a gift?"

"Why did you come to my house?"

"My grandpa’s sick, so I need to stay with you for a while."

"Not allowed! We don’t allow you to stay!"

George had grown taller, lean, and with a hint of maturity in his speech and actions. He looked straight at Curly, shyly.

"Your father agreed."

Curly was frantic, "Don’t call my dad your father-in-law!"