Chapter 219: Bro, You’re Way Too Protective of Your Wife

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Bro, You’re Way Too Protective of Your Wife

Before Sienna Everett could even speak, Keith Sterling declared, "It has to be you! I asked you yesterday if you could paint, and you said ’a little.’ I knew right then that your ’a little’ wasn’t that simple! Sierra, you’re Whisperwind! Aren’t you?"

’A little’?

It was obviously a whole lot!

Sienna Everett didn’t bother hiding it and nodded frankly. "I am."

Keith Sterling was so excited his eyes were practically glowing. "Sierra, you’re incredible! Even someone like me, who knows nothing about traditional painting, has heard of the great Whisperwind! So many people thought she had to be some elderly master because her skills are so phenomenal. I can’t believe she’s so young!"

Keith Sterling chattered on excitedly, "Sierra, for the sake of our close relationship, could you find some time to paint something for me? I’ll get it professionally framed and hang it in my house to cultivate my artistic sensibilities!"

He then turned to his brother. "Bro, help me out here! Put in a good word for me! Get your wife to paint me something!"

Julian Forrester immediately went into protective mode. "Don’t tire her out."

Sienna Everett: "..."

Keith Sterling: "???"

’Bro, aren’t you a little too protective of your wife?!’

’Why am I getting hit with a PDA bomb just for asking for a painting?!’

’Why!’

Sienna Everett cleared her throat. "It’s not that tiring, really. What would you like?"

Keith Sterling immediately shot his hand up like an obedient schoolboy. "I want a Little Chicken Pecking Rice Painting! And every single chick has to be roly-poly and chubby! So it looks cheerful and cute and puts you in a good mood!"

Sienna Everett: "...Okay. That’s... an interesting idea."

"Whoa! Sierra, you’re the best! You don’t think my idea is lame at all!" Keith Sterling was so moved his eyes welled up with tears.

Sienna Everett shot him a look. "Oh, I do. Who said I didn’t?"

Keith Sterling: "..."

His heart shattered with a SPLAT.

Smashed into mincemeat!

The kind you could never piece back together!

Keith Sterling glanced at his brother, only to see that the man’s eyes were glued to Sierra. Then he glanced back at her.

’Alright, this third wheel knows how to take a hint. Time to make my exit!’

And so, Keith "the Lone Wolf" Sterling, clutching his mincemeat heart, ran off without a single look back.

Sienna Everett blinked in confusion and looked over at Julian Forrester on the sofa. "What was he even here for? Just to mooch a free breakfast?"

Julian Forrester raised an eyebrow. "And to mooch a painting off you."

Speaking of which, Sienna Everett walked over to him and complained quietly, "You were just saying things again. How could one little painting possibly tire me out?"

Julian Forrester: "I didn’t want you to paint one for him."

Sienna Everett: "Why not?"

"You’ve never painted one for me."

"That’s not true! I have too painted one for you before!"

"...Yes. You drew me a dog." The man’s brow arched almost imperceptibly as he watched her with a leisurely air.

Sienna Everett: "..."

Sienna Everett was about to say something more, but her phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

’These days, seeing an unknown number immediately put her on alert. Could it be the Everetts again, trying a new number?’

’But if I don’t answer, what if it’s someone else with something important?’

After a moment’s thought, Sienna Everett decided to answer it.

"Hello?"

Sienna Everett waited for the person on the other end to speak.

However, all she could hear was faint breathing, no words.

Sienna Everett’s brow furrowed.

’Mason Everett?’

Her expression turned cold, and she hung up.

Seeing her reaction, Julian Forrester had a pretty good idea who it was. "Mason Everett?" he asked, his voice low.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Sienna Everett couldn’t fathom his logic. "He keeps calling from different numbers, gets me to pick up, and then just says nothing."

Julian Forrester reached out and pulled her down to sit beside him on the sofa. "Want me to find out where he is?"

"Why bother? I don’t care." Sienna Everett had zero interest in Mason Everett’s whereabouts or what he was up to now.

After all, she had nothing to do with the Everett Family anymore.

Suddenly, her phone rang again.

Sienna Everett assumed it was Mason Everett again and was about to reject the call, but a glance at the caller ID showed it was Stella Shaw. She’d almost hung up on her.

"Stella!" Sienna Everett answered, her voice full of energy.

Even Stella Shaw, who was usually all business, couldn’t help but smile at the cheerful voice. "Sienna, a variety show has invited you to join a taping. It’s being organized by the National Traditional Culture Association. Their goal is to use celebrity influence to showcase the beauty of our heritage and promote traditional culture."

"Traditional culture? That’s great! I’m very interested in that sort of thing!"

"Good. I’ve sent the taping schedule to your email, so take a look when you have a chance," Stella Shaw continued. "Orion was invited as well. The taping is in three days. However, I also heard that Miles Everett is on the guest list..."

He was a famous restorer. It wasn’t strange for an authority like him to be invited to such a program.

Sienna Everett’s gaze was perfectly calm. "It’s fine, Stella. It won’t affect me."

"Good to hear. One more thing—have you noticed a new artist who debuted recently? Her name is Ophelia Warren."

"I have. What about her?"

"She bears a slight resemblance to you. People online have started calling her ’the little Sienna Everett.’ For now, we’re just going to lie low and not respond. It’s probably just a passing fad among netizens."

’Little Sienna Everett?’

’Netizens will really just make up anything.’

"Okay, Stella. Understood."

Sienna Everett chatted with Stella Shaw for a few more moments before hanging up.

That afternoon, Sienna Everett discovered that Isabelle Sutton had added her to a WhatsApp group chat.

There were only a paltry three people in the group.

Her, Isabelle Sutton, and Orion Hawthorne.

Orion Hawthorne: ? What’s this?

Isabelle Sutton: Made a group so we can all chat!

Orion Hawthorne: ...

Isabelle Sutton: Sienna, are you here?

Sienna Everett: Here.

Isabelle Sutton: Quick, look at X! Ophelia Warren just posted a response about netizens calling her ’the little Sienna Everett’!

Sienna Everett, surprised, opened the app to take a look. Ophelia Warren had indeed made a post on X:

> Sienna Everett is an incredible senior in the industry. I respect and admire her greatly. As for our resemblance, I suppose it’s just fate that we look a little bit alike.

> However, I am my own person, not anyone else, and I don’t wish to be anyone else.

> I hope everyone can stop calling me ’the little Sienna Everett.’ It’s also disrespectful to Ms. Everett. Sorry to have troubled everyone with this. As an apology, here’s a traditional-style painting I did myself~

Attached below was a landscape painting Ophelia Warren had done herself.

Netizens who saw this response were instantly won over.

> "I am my own person, not anyone else.’ I love that attitude!"

> "And she even considered how it was disrespectful to Sienna Everett. Ophelia Warren is so thoughtful! I love a sweet, gentle angel like her!"

> "That landscape painting is gorgeous! It looks so professional! Miss Ophelia is amazing!"

> "That’s nothing. I’ve seen Ophelia Warren’s profile. She graduated from a prestigious university and has tons of skills! She’s got the looks, the talent, and a kind, generous personality. I’m officially a fan!"

> "Everyone, stop calling Ophelia Warren ’the little Sienna Everett.’ It’s not like she’s any less talented than Sienna Everett, and it really is disrespectful!"

Sienna Everett gave the comments a quick scan. Ophelia Warren’s landscape painting was indeed quite good; it was clear she had a solid foundation.

Back in the group chat.

Isabelle Sutton typed: [Feels like this Ophelia Warren has been gaining a lot of fans lately. A ton of netizens seem to like her. Orion Hawthorne, you were seen with her at the airport that day. Do you follow her?]

Orion Hawthorne: [...Why would I follow her.]

Isabelle Sutton: [Hehe, I don’t either. Sienna’s still my favorite!]

Sienna Everett couldn’t help but smile, and sent a finger-heart emoji in reply.

Orion Hawthorne: [By the way, Sienna Everett, don’t be late for the show in three days.]

Sienna Everett: [...Of course I won’t be late. Why would you even say that?]

「Three days later.」

Since both Sienna Everett and Orion Hawthorne were participating in the show, they went to the recording studio together.

Upon arrival, a staff member led them to the guest dressing rooms.

Pushing the door open, Sienna Everett immediately spotted Miles Everett inside the room. And with him... was Ophelia Warren, deep in conversation.

Now seeing Ophelia Warren in person, Sienna Everett found herself subconsciously studying the other woman’s features.

It was even more apparent in person. Ophelia Warren’s eyes and brows... really did bear a slight resemblance to her own.