Sileria City, Johnson Family,
In the sweltering summer, even the lush trees of the Johnson Family estate couldn't drive away the heat. Maybe it was because she was pregnant—this year, Sienna Johnson was especially afraid of the heat.
She was already wearing very little and was still hot, so she'd been holed up in the air‑conditioned room.
"I'm back."
As soon as Adrian Desmond came back, he headed straight for Sienna.
On the lounge chair by the window, Sienna's loose hair looked beautiful, like a piece of black silk.
Adrian walked in, afraid of waking him, so he came in barefoot, his feet stepping on the carpet like a light-footed cat, without a sound.
He bent over, his breath falling over her, but she still didn't wake. Her smooth skin, her soft lips—he gently stroked her glossy long hair.
"I'm back." This time his voice was low and soft, like a feather.
He gently kissed her lips, hoping she'd wake up right now and discover how fiercely he'd been missing her.
