Chapter 314: Little Ancestor, I Promise I Won’t Get Mad

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Little Ancestor, I Promise I Won’t Get Mad

Night fell.

Fresh out of the shower, Sienna Everett lay in bed and glanced at Julian Forrester’s blurry silhouette through the frosted glass of the bathroom. She wondered exactly where he was planning to take her tomorrow.

DING. Her phone suddenly chimed with a text message.

She picked it up to check, only to realize it was from that bastard, Simon Sinclair.

[Baby, your birthday is coming up.]

Sienna’s face scrunched up. She turned off her screen and ignored it. However, the screen lit up again as another message quickly followed.

[Even though you’re a heartless, fickle, novelty-seeking traitor who forgot my birthday, I still remember my baby’s birthday with crystal clarity.]

"?" Sienna stared at the screen.

She wondered, "What’s with this string of insults? Novelty-seeking my ass!"

[Baby, do you want an unforgettable, once-in-a-lifetime birthday present? ^_^]

Seeing this message, Sienna froze.

She thought, "Unforgettable? Once in a lifetime?" And then there was that prankish little emoticon at the end. Knowing Simon’s personality, it definitely wouldn’t be anything good!

Her eyelid twitched as she quickly typed back: [I don’t want your birthday present! Don’t you dare try anything!]

That Sinclair Bastard: [Tsk, my baby finally deigns to talk to me.]

Grinding her teeth, Sienna angrily replied: [Simon, I said I don’t want your present! I don’t want anything!]

That Sinclair Bastard: [Maybe you’ll like it?]

Sienna decisively rejected the idea: [Impossible!!!]

She would rather die than like whatever he had to give her!

That Sinclair Bastard: [Then let’s find out.]

"..." Sienna tossed her phone onto the bed, refusing to entertain him any longer.

A short while later, Julian emerged from the bathroom. His long, slender fingers were using a white towel to dry his hair. Seeing her lying on the bed looking sullen, he couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"

Sienna didn’t want to hide anything from him. She scrambled up from under the covers, her hair a bit ruffled from the friction. "Well, promise you won’t get mad if I tell you."

Julian paused his towel-drying. It seemed like this wasn’t good news.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, tossed the towel aside, and walked over to the bed. Leaning over, he braced his hands on the mattress on either side of her and looked closely into her eyes. "Let’s hear it."

Having just showered, the man exuded a clean, crisp, and pleasant scent that enveloped her. Sienna’s nostrils flared slightly, and she reached out to poke his chest. "Let’s get this straight first—you have to promise you won’t fly off the handle."

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Lifting a hand, he gently flicked the tip of her nose with his index finger. "My little tyrant, I promise I won’t get mad, okay?"

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sienna grabbed her phone and showed him her chat history with Simon, watching his expression carefully the whole time. The moment he finished reading, she immediately blurted out, "You just said you wouldn’t get mad!"

While reading the messages, Julian’s expression had turned cold and detached. He set the phone down impassively. When he lifted his eyes to look back at Sienna, the icy chill in his gaze completely melted away, replaced by a profound tenderness. "Sienna, the fact that you were willing to tell me this on your own makes me very happy."

She could have easily kept it from him. But instead, she had been open and honest, ensuring there were no secrets or barriers between them. How could he possibly be angry? As for Simon having feelings for her and trying to send her a birthday present—that was just a battle between him and Simon.

Sienna’s eyelashes fluttered. Her lips curved up into a sweet smile as she reached out to hug him. "I knew you were the best!"

Now that she had let it out, the weight was off her chest, leaving her feeling completely at ease. As for whatever messy birthday present Simon was planning, she would deal with it when the time came. Either way, she was absolutely determined not to accept it.

Julian wrapped his arms around Sienna and rubbed her fluffy head. At the thought of Simon, a thin layer of chilling frost gathered in his eyes.

The next morning.

After breakfast, Sienna was practically bursting with curiosity. She buzzed around Julian. "Exactly where are you taking me today? Since it’s already today, you can tell me now, right?"

Julian lowered his eyes. His right hand slipped into his trouser pocket, brushing against a small, exquisite square box. His gaze grew deep.

On a face that was usually the picture of composure, there was a rare hint of nervousness...