Chapter 815: Chapter 836: Confirming the Diagnosis (2)
Adrian took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay down next to Sienna Johnson.
He looked at a certain part of his body, unable to resist, he grabbed Sienna Johnson’s hand, placed it on that part, and gently massaged.
A woman’s hand, so soft and smooth, a light touch usually elicited a response from Adrian immediately, but at this moment...
Adrian couldn’t believe he had lost interest in Sienna Johnson; his interest in her was intense, but now...
To borrow a phrase, it was "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak," or more bluntly, he was "impotent."
Adrian felt murderous; he was still so young, yet he was "impotent." Was God playing tricks on him?
"Hmm..."
A soft murmur, Adrian quickly pulled her hand out of his pants, returning it to its original place, feeling like a guilty thief.
He absolutely couldn’t let Sienna Johnson know that he was "not performing" anymore.
Sienna Johnson hadn’t awakened; Adrian, still determined, grabbed her hand, tucked it into his pants again, but after trying extensively, drenched in sweat, he still couldn’t get it up.
At this point, Adrian was thoroughly panicked.
His body must have a problem.
As for why he suddenly couldn’t "perform," he was also unclear.
Adrian turned to look at the beautiful Sienna Johnson; they’re still so young. If he can’t "perform," can’t satisfy her, eventually a marriage without sex will certainly run into issues.
If she used this as the reason to leave him, how could he face forcing her to stay?
"Damn it!"
...
Around ten o’clock, the sun was already high up, the ink-colored curtains in the room were drawn, and it was very quiet.
Sienna Johnson was awakened by hunger; the little one inside her belly was hungry, kicking her, she opened her eyes, looked at her belly, and softly said,
"Alright, don’t kick, I’ll take you to eat something."
Sienna Johnson turned over, there was no sign of Adrian on the big bed, "Adrian?"
She called out, but Adrian wasn’t in the room.
Sienna Johnson got up, discovered she wasn’t wearing any clothes, picked up a bathrobe beside her, put it on, and went into the bathroom.
Knock knock...
The sound of knocking echoed, Sienna Johnson spat out toothpaste foam from her mouth, walked out, opened the door, saw a stranger woman, stared at her face for a few seconds, only then did she remember.
She was Alyssa.
"Madam, you’re finally awake." Alyssa smiled and greeted.
"Brandon Potter?"
"Yes."
Brandon Potter was followed by hotel staff, who pushed a dining cart into the room.
"Madam, Sixth Master instructed that if you weren’t awake by 11, I was to wake you for a meal."
"Where’s Adrian?"
"Sixth Master has some business matters to attend to." Brandon Potter lowered her head, dared not look at Sienna Johnson.
She knew the Sixth Master’s secret, unsure if she’d be silenced.
She truly didn’t want to know Sixth Master’s secret, the mental pressure was enormous, what to do? She might develop an anxiety disorder, what to do?
"Please enjoy your meal!" the staff said, placing the food from the dining cart onto the table for Sienna Johnson.
"Thank you."
The food was abundant, it was Orienta cuisine, well-balanced with meat and vegetables, visually appealing, Sienna Johnson was already hungry, sat by the table, said to Brandon Potter,
"Miss Potter, why not join me for a bite, there’s so much, I can’t finish it alone."
"How can I? Please, just call me Alyssa, Madam."
"Why not? It’s almost lunchtime, join me, I happen to have some things to ask you."
Brandon Potter’s heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding; she’d heard some stories about this Madam, all in all, not a woman to be trifled with.
"Thank you, Madam."
"You’re welcome."
Brandon Potter sat opposite Sienna Johnson, watching this woman eat her meal slowly, back straight, without making a sound, even placing the spoon down gently when drinking soup, not making a sound, clearly not from an ordinary family.
"What is Walter Klein doing now?"
"Walter Klein is now handling Sixth Master’s arms dealings."
On hearing this, Sienna Johnson frowned, even putting down her chopsticks.
Brandon Potter noticed Sienna Johnson’s face wasn’t right, asked, "Madam, is there a problem?"
"I know Adrian’s temper; even if he sends someone away, he won’t say nice things.
Adrian sometimes leaves hidden dangers in matters he handles.
Walter Klein has stayed by his side for so many years, probably knows more than I do. He said he sent him away, then he sent him away.
Sending him away, simply sending him away.
Why let him handle arms dealings?"
Sienna Johnson looked at Brandon Potter, "Shouldn’t that kind of business be managed by a trusted confidant? Walter Klein isn’t Adrian’s confidant anymore."
"I don’t know if Walter Klein harbors resentment towards Adrian. If Walter Klein has a narrow mind, placing him in the armory isn’t like handing Sixth Master a time bomb?"
Brandon Potter couldn’t eat anymore, "It was my idea to place Walter Klein in charge of the arms..."
"Oh?"
"Actually, I have a good relationship with Walter Klein... He’s been loyal over the years to Sixth Master." Brandon Potter raised her eyes to glance at Sienna Johnson, smiling slightly, "Walter Klein was somewhat angered by you..."
"I’ve heard about Walter Klein. Do you really think what Walter Klein did was right?" Sienna Johnson questioned.
"He was acting for Sixth Master’s benefit... At the time, you didn’t know; Sixth Master’s situation was very critical, so..."
"So, as long as Adrian is alright, whether I live or die doesn’t matter at all?"
Brandon Potter only felt like the person in front of her was as sharp as a knife, "We are Sixth Master’s people, and I won’t schedule Madam’s anger, but in outsiders’ eyes, Sixth Master’s safety is indeed more important than yours."
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