Chapter 162: I Should Call You My Wife

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: I Should Call You My Wife

With Sienna Everett’s introduction and her use of the word "husband," the entire scene fell silent.

The surprise on Keith Sterling’s face was palpable. He thought Sierra would keep her marriage to his bro a secret forever. He never expected she would introduce his bro like this to Maxwell Sawyer...

Aww, Sierra finally gave his bro official recognition!

Keith Sterling was so moved he was on the verge of tears!

He even wanted to commemorate this day. He’d call it: The Day My Bro Finally Got Official Recognition!

According to the information Ian Prescott had gathered, Sienna Everett and Julian Forrester had a secret marriage. He hadn’t expected Sienna Everett to introduce Julian Forrester this way in front of her suitor.

It seemed the respective places of Julian Forrester and Maxwell Sawyer in Sienna Everett’s heart—who was more important and who was less—were now clear at a glance.

No, that’s not right.

Ian Prescott glanced at Maxwell Sawyer with pity. It would be more accurate to say that Maxwell Sawyer held no place in Sienna Everett’s heart at all.

As for Evan Shelby, he had only one thought: the sight of Sienna Everett holding hands with her child husband was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

At that moment, upon hearing Sienna Everett’s introduction, Julian Forrester’s body went rigid, and his mind went blank.

A moment later, his eyelashes fluttered slowly. His gaze fell to where Sienna Everett’s hand was holding his. Then, he lifted his eyes, his gaze moving inch by inch upward until it finally settled on the girl’s fair, beautiful profile.

Sienna Everett knew Julian Forrester was looking at her, but she didn’t look back.

’I’ve already said this much. Maxwell Sawyer should get the message.’

Shock and disbelief instantly flooded Maxwell Sawyer’s eyes, as thick and unyielding as a dense fog in a mountain valley.

Sienna Everett just said... Julian Forrester is her husband?

She’s already married?

And her husband is Julian Forrester, the CEO of the Forrester Group??

For a moment, Maxwell Sawyer found it hard to process this unbelievable and unwelcome news. It was even more shocking than hearing Julian Forrester claim to be Sienna Everett’s fan.

No wonder Julian Forrester had bid on Sienna Everett’s bracelet earlier.

Wait!

Maxwell Sawyer suddenly remembered something. His lips trembled rapidly, and he asked in a strained voice, "Sienna, that time I called you, you said you were hospitalized for an allergic reaction. I heard a man’s voice on the phone then..."

At the time, he had heard the man call Sienna Everett "baby" and say that she was making his hand go numb.

Thinking back now, that man’s voice... it sounded just like... Julian Forrester’s!

As if confirming his suspicion, Sienna Everett nodded, her tone frank. "Yes. When I was hospitalized for my allergy, he was the one with me the whole time."

A nerve in Maxwell Sawyer’s mind seemed to snap taut. His entire body tensed up, then slowly relaxed.

He was overcome by a sluggish feeling of finality and dawning realization.

Maxwell Sawyer’s throat was dry and tight. "So you’re already married... and to Mr. Forrester, of all people. I... I haven’t congratulated you yet."

Sienna Everett gave a faint, graceful smile. "We have a secret marriage, so we haven’t made it public."

Maxwell Sawyer’s mind was buzzing. He didn’t even know what he was saying. After mumbling a few hollow congratulations, he dazedly said his goodbyes and turned to leave.

Sienna Everett quietly sighed in relief. ’That should be settled now, right?’

Seeing Maxwell Sawyer leave, Keith Sterling grinned and let his gaze sweep over Sienna Everett and Julian Forrester’s joined hands. With a great deal of tact, he grabbed Evan Shelby and Ian Prescott to make his exit. "Come on, let’s go check things out over there!"

Ian Prescott didn’t really want to go.

Though he wasn’t sure if Sienna Everett was his sister yet, he wanted to spend a little more time with her.

And while he was at it, figure out how to get a strand of her hair or something else for a DNA test.

When Keith Sterling saw Ian Prescott still standing there like a post, he grabbed him and started walking. Honestly, why stay here and be a third wheel!

’A guy with so little tact wouldn’t even survive three episodes of a TV show!’

Keith Sterling dragged Evan Shelby and Ian Prescott away with him.

Sienna Everett let go of Julian Forrester’s hand. She glanced around first and was relieved to see that potted plants and flower baskets blocked the view, so no one else had seen them holding hands.

Sienna Everett cleared her throat. "Ahem, well... I had to bring up our secret marriage just now to make things clear with Maxwell Sawyer."

Julian Forrester’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "You only said that to reject him?"

Sienna Everett nodded. "Yeah."

Julian Forrester fell silent, the ripples in the lake of his heart settling back into stillness.

’And here I thought Sienna Everett was finally willing to publicly acknowledge our relationship. Turns out she was just using it as an excuse to reject Maxwell Sawyer.’

’Still, she rejected Maxwell Sawyer so decisively, without any hesitation.’

’It seems that even if she used to like Maxwell Sawyer, she really doesn’t like him anymore.’

At this thought, a faint, ephemeral smile graced Julian Forrester’s features, carrying a kind of indescribable pleasure.

’That’s fine too. He was more than happy for Sienna Everett to use him as an excuse to reject Maxwell Sawyer.’

Seeing him remain silent, Sienna Everett scratched her head in confusion. "Why aren’t you saying anything? I wasn’t lying just now, and it’s not like I was using you. You and I are, in fact, married."

The man raised an eyebrow leisurely, his tone indolent. "Hm, we are, in fact, married."

Sienna Everett’s eyes curved into a smile. "Though we’re getting divorced soon."

Julian Forrester: "?"

Sienna Everett counted on her fingers. "It’s soon! In less than two months, we can get a divorce!"

Julian Forrester: "..."

Two months...

Julian Forrester’s gaze darkened. He asked pointedly, "You find it annoying when other people pursue you?"

"You mean Maxwell Sawyer just now?" Sienna Everett thought for a moment. "It’s not just Maxwell. It’s anyone. If someone you don’t like is pursuing you, of course you’d find it annoying."

He lowered his eyes. "Is that so?"

Sienna Everett shot him a look. "Of course! You’ve never been short of admirers since you were a kid, so you must know exactly what it’s like. Oh, right!"

Sienna Everett remembered she still had a score to settle. "How could you say that on stage earlier? Saying you’re my fan?"

Julian Forrester seemed to consider this seriously for a moment before speaking. "You’re right. I shouldn’t have said I was your fan."

Sienna Everett: "Well, you know that now, but it’s too late to take it back."

The man’s lips curved into a smirk. "I should have just said you’re my wife."

Sienna Everett: "???"

Sienna Everett raised her hand to hit him.

But halfway up, she noticed that quite a few people in the banquet hall were sneaking gossipy glances in their direction.

When Keith Sterling, Evan Shelby, and Ian Prescott were here earlier, no one thought anything of it.

But now that the three of them had left, leaving just Sienna Everett and Julian Forrester—a man and woman alone together—everyone’s gazes immediately turned speculative. It really looked like the two of them were flirting.

Sienna Everett snatched her hand back as if she’d been shocked, coughing lightly. "I have to keep my distance from you now, or people might get the wrong idea and think you’re trying to use the casting couch on me. I’m leaving."

Julian Forrester: "?"

’Casting couch?’

’What is this nonsense now?’

Sienna Everett had just finished speaking and hadn’t even lifted her foot when she saw Morgan Everett and Miles Everett hurrying towards them.