C31 Teach You a Lesson

Upon witnessing the scene before him, Ethan's expression shifted dramatically.

He hadn't anticipated Sienna to be so liberal!

And Westley nearly toppled off his stool in shock!

What was Sienna thinking, dragging him into this?

I'm a married man, for goodness' sake!

How could I betray my wife?

Filled with righteous indignation, Westley made a snap decision.

He swept Sienna into his embrace, pressing her shoulder against his chest.

And held her close, very close!

Well, if you're set on putting on a show, I'll play along.

And wouldn't you know it, Sienna had just freshened up with a shower, likely spritzed with perfume – she smelled absolutely delightful.

Add to that her curvaceous figure, and the sensation was quite pleasant.

Westley was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Sienna was inwardly taken aback, feeling like she'd boarded a ship of scoundrels.

I only asked for your help with my act, not for you to take it to this level of realism.

Why is he holding me so tightly?

He's blatantly taking liberties with me.

She tried to wriggle out of Westley's iron grip, yet feared giving herself away, her cheeks blushing like ripe red apples.

To Ethan, however, Sienna's subtle attempts to escape seemed like tender displays of love.

A slight twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed his inner inferno of rage.

Sienna, you deceitful woman.

Back when we dated, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand.

And now?

Now you're nestled in another man's arms, looking utterly content, your wanton nature laid bare for all to see.

Women are such deceivers.

He quickly quelled his fury, managing a smile as he said, "Ah, so he is your boyfriend. Hello, I'm Ethan."

He extended his hand.

But to his surprise, Westley didn't reciprocate the handshake. Instead, he retorted, "What's that? My hearing isn't what it used to be..."

He had picked up Mr. Ferguson's tactic, and it served him well.

Ethan, realizing he was no match for Westley's grudge-holding, awkwardly retracted his hand.

"Well then, I'll leave you two be. Enjoy yourselves."

After finishing his words, Ethan walked over to a nearby table with a sullen expression and sat down with his girlfriend, Juliana.

Once Sienna was sure Ethan hadn't noticed her, she couldn't help but say, "Westley, let go, I'm having trouble breathing."

Westley released her reluctantly and said earnestly, "Next time you need my help, give me a heads-up. That way, when I have to improvise, my performance won't have any imperfections."

Sienna was left speechless.

You call that improvisation?

That was an extraordinary performance!

And you're calling it flawed?

The Oscars should be giving you a Best Actor award!

And why did you pinch me when you had the chance?

"Let's eat," Sienna said, her cheeks coloring slightly.

Westley noticed her chopsticks wrestling with a few leaves of greens without making it to her mouth and couldn't resist asking, "What's the matter? Lost your appetite seeing your ex?"

"Jerk!" Sienna blurted out.

Westley felt a jolt in his heart.

That's harsh, Sienna. I was just playing the part of your current boyfriend to help you out. Why are you calling me a jerk?

"Ethan, that guy... When we were dating years ago, he was fooling around with another woman. I caught him, and he still wouldn't own up to it," Sienna fumed.

"Total jerk!" Westley echoed.

But internally, he mused, Ethan, you're such a fool. If you can't manage your affairs discreetly, don't collect so many mistresses.

What do you think this is, a web novel?

"But, did that scumbag take advantage of you?" Westley asked, almost as if possessed.

"Absolutely not! How could I let that scumbag get the better of me? I wouldn't even let him touch my hand," Sienna said, shaking her head.

"That's a relief! You can't let that scumbag off easy," Westley breathed out.

"Westley, maybe we should just call it a day? I'm full," Sienna suggested.

"No way, we can't just leave like this, or you'll be the one who loses," Westley quickly objected.

"Hmm?"

Sienna looked at Westley with a hint of surprise, wondering what he was up to.

"Think about it. That jerk flaunted his new girlfriend in front of you just to rub in how great his life is now," Westley said earnestly. "So, what you need to do is show him that you're living an even better life."

"What should I do?" Sienna asked, her brow furrowed.

Indeed, the thirst for revenge in a woman could be quite formidable.

Sienna didn't want Ethan to get too cocky. Despite Westley being a novice who was all talk and no action, she modestly sought his advice.

"It's really quite simple."

Westley adopted the air of a sage and advised, "Just do what normal couples do."

"And what exactly do normal couples do?" Sienna inquired, her tone laced with embarrassment.

She feared she knew even less about such matters than Westley.

"Let me think..." Westley mused, stroking his chin.

Sienna watched him, her face brimming with anticipation.

"You feed me," Westley exclaimed, as if struck by a sudden revelation.

"I feed you?" Sienna's expression turned quizzical.

You're not an infant or a comatose patient unable to feed yourself. Why on earth should I feed you?

"What's the matter? Not keen on the idea? Then let's drop it. It's just something couples do," Westley said nonchalantly.

The kid was now delving into the art of war!

"Fine, I'll try it," Sienna conceded, not wanting to upset Westley. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and brought it to Westley's mouth.

Westley opened wide and gulped it down, chewing with delight.

Being fed by a beautiful woman made the food taste even better!

But as Westley continued to chew, something felt off.

Why was there a rising sensation of heat?

It was incredibly spicy!

"Water, I need water now!" Westley's face flushed a deep red.

Startled, Sienna quickly handed him a glass of water.

After a fierce gulp, the intense burn began to subside.

"What did you feed me?" Westley asked, still shaken.

Sienna glanced down and her cheeks turned a shade of red.

She had been single-mindedly feeding Westley, never anticipating that she'd accidentally give him a chili.

Xiang cuisine is inherently spicy, but this dish, dubbed "Devil's Spicy Stir-fried Meat," featured the hottest chilies.

"Sorry, so sorry," Sienna stammered, apologizing in a fluster.

Westley was at a loss for words and firmly resolved to stop letting her feed him.

Clearly, not everyone could relish such an experience.

It was downright hazardous.

Sienna wasn't exactly young; how could she be so careless?

Ethan, seated not far off, witnessed the scene and was so infuriated he nearly snapped his chopsticks.

Damn it!

They were shamelessly flaunting their love.

He couldn't stand it!

His face contorted grotesquely, and the food before him suddenly lost all appeal.

A surge of vengeful thoughts swelled within him like a high tide, threatening to overwhelm him.

Catching sight of the shop's featured Huaijiang Liquor, a malevolent grin crept across his lips.

He had a plan.

He was determined to teach them a lesson.