Chapter 3

The man looked back with an unreadable look in his eyes. "Are you unwilling to have the baby?" Natalie bit her lip. To begin with, this man was a stranger to her, and they conceived this child under such complicated circumstances. Slowly, he paced to her and raised her chin. She had a gorgeous, attractive face with rosy lips, but she was still young—only 23 years old. In a solemn voice, he said, "Although I don't mind the labor for some things…" Sienna paused and didn't understand what he meant. He smirked wickedly, but his tone was serious. "I have respect for life. Give birth to the baby!" He was domineering, and Sienna suddenly understood what he meant by the word "labor," blushing inexplicably. The man walked to the door, but before he could open it, the excited voice of a middle-aged woman threatened, "Rascal, if you come out of there tonight, you'll never see me alive again!" Next, the door was locked. Sienna was confused. "Who's that outside?" "Your mother-in-law." His answer left Sienna speechless. Pulling a long face, he spun around and dragged her to the bedside. "Are you going to cooperate with me?" he asked in a deep, alluring voice. "Cooperate with what?" "Let's pretend it's our wedding night." Quietly, Sienna stared into his mature eyes, which had a deep look in them. It dawned upon her what he meant, and her face turned scarlet. "But I… don't know how to do that." Furrowing his brows, he pinned her against the headboard of the bed and tried to undress her. She shrieked and asked, "What are you doing?" "Do you know what to do now?" He raised his brows at her mischievously. Immediately, the voice echoed through the door from outside happily. "Thank goodness, this rascal finally straightened things out!" Quietly and awkwardly, Sienna remained pinned with her shoulder exposed. The man brushed his gaze over her silky skin, and the look in his eyes turned dark as he caught a whiff of her sweet scent. They were so close that Sienna could feel his lean, strong muscles and blushed until the tips of her ears. Sensing immense danger, she wanted him to get away from her as quickly as possible and purposely let out a pathetic wail. "Rascal, you better watch out! She's pregnant with my grandchild!" Lowering his head, the man stared at the blushing Sienna. "Are you having your revenge on me?" Sienna looked away. "A-Are we done?" The edge of his lips curled up unnoticeably, and he released her without teasing her further. Along with his desires and aloofness, he walked to the couch and plopped on it. Casually, he yanked off his tie. With his broad shoulders, perfectly proportioned body, and the regal air he carried with him, he was undeniably attractive. Curled at the bed, Sienna took a quick glance at the door and asked nervously, "Are we sleeping together tonight?" "Do you want to?" He picked up a magazine and threw her a glance from the corner of his eyes. While the cat got Sienna's tongue, he said breezily, "Do you think I'll stoop so low as to take advantage of a pregnant teen?" His tone was sarcastic but serious, and he even called her a pregnant teen. Frustrated, Sienna wondered whether he was much older than herself. As she stared at his silver mask, she was filled with curiosity, wondering if he had a hideous face or had scars that he didn't want anyone to see. When he settled on the couch and made no more moves, she straightened her clothes and climbed under the sheets. Then, the man turned off the lights. Tentatively, Sienna asked, "You investigated everything about me. May I ask how old you are and what's your name?" He didn't answer her for a long while, ignoring her. This man was aloof and unreadable, making him an unapproachable person. As Sienna was from a prestigious family, judging from the high and mighty mysterious air he carried with him, she reckoned that he must have been brought up in an elite family. Just when Sienna almost dozed off from tiredness, he said in his husky voice, "L." He wouldn't even tell her his name. Who in the world was this man? Did he cover his face because she knew him? … The next morning, Sienna was greeted by her mother-in-law, Helen Wilson's, smiling face. "Sienna, I knew that both of you would be compatible from the first moment I saw you. Have some more yogurt. Did my son hurt my grandchild last night? I'll teach him a lesson for you." Although Sienna said nothing, she almost choked on the food. Helen was really jovial. If it wasn't because of her pale face, Sienna couldn't imagine that she only had one year left to live. Sienna looked away. On the other far end of the dining table, a dashing figure wearing a white shirt paired with a pair of black suit pants had been sitting there for a long time. The silver half-mask was still on his face, revealing his tall nose and beautifully shaped lips. He seemed calm and appeared unfazed by Helen's playful personality. In the meantime, the household staff and Helen seemed unbothered by his mask. This only served to intensify Sienna's curiosity. Who was he? Why was his identity so mysterious? Just then, Amy brought a sheet from upstairs and whispered, "Madam, the sheet is clean. Should I keep it away?" Sienna took a look at it but had no idea what it was about. Seeing her curiosity, Helen smiled and explained, "According to local customs, this is used during wedding nights to verify the chastity of the bride. The household staff spread it for you without knowing anything—" "Don't practice such senseless customs," L grumbled. He paced to Sienna to pick up the jam. When he came to a stop, he raised his brow and said, "I know whether it was her first time or not." Sienna was quiet. As though he wasn't completely sure, he stuck his hands into his pockets and whispered next to her ear, "Was I right?" Blood rushed to Sienna's fair ears as she was too embarrassed to answer the question. Especially when he remained next to her, his masculine scent interspersed with an oppressive strength smelled pleasant, but it tingled her skin. Worried that he would say something even more out of line, she scooped a spoonful of yogurt and stuffed it into his mouth angrily. "Eat your food and talk less." That move startled Amy. "Mrs. L, Mr. L is a cleanliness freak." L looked at her. Then, he swallowed the yogurt and returned to his seat with a smirk. The more composed he was, the brighter Sienna blushed. Staring at the spoon he had used, she wasn't sure whether she should use it again or not. With a mischievous smile, Helen pushed the spoon into her palm. "Hurry and finish the food. An indirect kiss is sweet, isn't it? Hang on, what happened to your palm?" She held Sienna's right hand, and the look in Sienna's eyes turned cold when she saw her hand. On the day she was kidnapped, Natalie had pierced through her palm with her foot. Thankfully, Sienna had some medical knowledge and used some herbs on herself while escaping. Otherwise, her hand would've been a lost cause. Natalie was jealous that her hands were gifted at designing. "Why didn't you mention this last night?" L cast her an icy glance and knitted his brows. "Amy, get the doctor." When their house doctor arrived, Sienna was taken aback because he was the most famous doctor in Rotschire. The Rhodeses once wanted to invite him home for a house visit, but they didn't have a chance at all. It turned out that he was actually the house doctor of this villa. What was the background of this man in front of her? "Ouch!" Sienna gasped softly when the antiseptic touched her wound. L put down his newspaper, crossed his legs, and saw the nasty injury on her palm. That night, her fair and soft fingers were on his body. He gulped softly and rose to his feet with raised brows, ordering the doctor, "Her hand is not bad. Don't leave any scar on it." The doctor was shaken while Helen sniggered and whispered to L, "What about her hand? What are you thinking about, rascal?" Sienna was at a loss for words as she was forced to understand what she meant. For the first time, she met such an open mother-in-law. A blush crept over her face, but L ignored it and cast Helen a serious look, making the latter say no more. … After breakfast, Sienna and L were shoved out of the house by Helen. "Get registered right now. Only then can I be at ease." The Bentley was already parked outside the door. L opened the door for Sienna like a gentleman, and she climbed in awkwardly. His assistant in the passenger seat passed him a laptop, and he didn't speak anymore after that. Even though Sienna wanted to find out something about him by stealing a look at his laptop screen, she was afraid. Soon, they arrived at the courthouse. There weren't many people at the courthouse today, and Sienna immediately caught sight of two familiar faces after she got out of the car—William and Natalie.