His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 103: Who Are You Calling Baby?

Time flies like an arrow, and a week after Kiana Sutton’s stitches were removed, the Sinclair Matriarch’s eighty-eighth birthday celebration arrived.

After all, eighty-eight is a rare age in one’s life, especially for a celebrity in Varden.

The Matriarch’s birthday celebration wasn’t just a matter for the Sinclairs; it was an affair for all of Varden.

The celebration was arranged at the most luxurious seven-star hotel in Varden.

The hotel had stopped accepting other guests three days prior, accommodating only those attending the birthday celebration.

That day, notable figures from various industries in Varden came to celebrate with the Matriarch, alongside major media and reporters, truly an unprecedented grand occasion.

The Sinclair Family had been preparing for this day in advance, eager to make an impression at the Matriarch’s birthday celebration to gain some benefits or to connect with influential figures.

Only Kiana Sutton found herself increasingly anxious and conflicted as the celebration drew closer.

She initially believed the Matriarch’s birthday would be held at The Sinclair Estate, where she could go and celebrate.

However, with so many invited guests, and given her hidden marriage with Ethan Sinclair, Ethan surely wouldn’t want her to appear at the event.

So, what should she do?

Just as Kiana Sutton pondered what to do, Quinn Sinclair arrived at the villa with a custom-made gown.

"Sister-in-law, Grandma said that anyone could be absent from her celebration, but not you."

Seeing Kiana Sutton still torn, Quinn Sinclair patted her back reassuringly, "Relax, tomorrow Grandma and I will protect you; no one will dare to bully you."

Kiana Sutton smiled slightly; she wasn’t afraid of being bullied, but she feared embarrassing the Matriarch.

"Besides, no matter how my brother treats you, you are still his wife. Tomorrow is the time for you to officially couple up and set the record straight."

Quinn Sinclair comforted Kiana Sutton for a while before his phone rang, "Sister-in-law, the gift I ordered for Grandma is ready. I’ll go pick it up, see you tomorrow. Make sure to dress up nice!"

Kiana Sutton nodded, having come to terms that Grandma treated her so well, she couldn’t let other people or trivial matters keep her from celebrating with the elder.

The next morning, Kiana Sutton wore the gown prepared by the Matriarch.

A black Hepburn-style strapless gown, and a pair of black gloves, perfectly covering the scars on her fingers.

As soon as she donned the outfit, the door knocked.

Kiana Sutton went to open the door, and a man dressed in mesh stockings, a black pencil skirt, and a yellow T-shirt entered.

"Long time no see, cutie, did you miss me?"

Kiana Sutton took a moment to remember that this was the makeup artist Ethan Sinclair had previously hired for her — someone named Nancy.

Why would he be here?

Did Ethan Sinclair ask him to come?

Nancy scrutinized Kiana Sutton from head to toe, excitedly exclaiming, "Oh my god, I thought Hepburn style suited high-impact beauties, but you look stunning in it!"

Kiana Sutton felt a bit shy from the praise.

"Come on, let the greatest stylist of this century pamper you, make sure you outshine everyone today."

What followed was Nancy’s creative phase, where he spent over an hour brushing and painting on her face, occasionally sighing in admiration.

Finally finished, Nancy took several photos of Kiana Sutton on his phone, stubbornly asked, "Sweetheart, don’t you ever consider joining the entertainment industry? With your looks, you don’t have to do anything, you’d be a superstar."

Before Kiana Sutton had a chance to respond, a cold and somber voice emerged, "Who are you calling sweetheart?"

Nancy saw Ethan Sinclair’s displeased expression, his survival instincts kicked in, he laughed awkwardly, "President Sinclair, I just feel Mrs. Sinclair is too beautiful; it’s a shame she’s not in the entertainment industry."

Only now did Ethan Sinclair’s dark eyes settle on Kiana Sutton, the strapless gown showcased her fair, exquisite swan neck and elegant collarbones perfectly.

The dress’s length covered her knees but revealed her straight, slender calves, tempting anyone to want to touch them at a glance.

Nancy had styled her hair into a noble and elegant princess updo, adorned with a delicate little crown, making her look like a little aristocratic princess.

Feeling Ethan Sinclair’s intense gaze, Kiana Sutton nervously rubbed her hands together.

The next second, Ethan Sinclair’s emotionless voice was heard, "Pretty? I don’t see it."

Kiana Sutton quietly lowered her eyes, feeling a bit hurt and disappointed.

Nancy felt utterly dismayed, President Sinclair’s standards were too high; if this wasn’t pretty, then what was?

He was about to speak but caught Ethan Sinclair’s icy, intimidating stare.

Thus, he dared not be the third wheel and quickly ran off.

Ethan Sinclair saw Kiana Sutton standing still, coolly said, "What are you standing there for?"

Kiana Sutton pursed her lips, slowly walked toward Ethan Sinclair, as she approached, Ethan Sinclair embraced her waist and lifted her chin.

He frowned as he looked at her, seemingly lost in thought.

With the close proximity, Kiana Sutton’s heart raced, thoughts chaotically wondering if he disliked her makeup.

Suddenly, Ethan Sinclair called out, "Chelsea Chapman."

"Coming!"

Hearing Chelsea Chapman’s footsteps, Kiana Sutton tried to retreat but was held tighter by Ethan Sinclair.

Chelsea Chapman was also attending the Matriarch’s birthday celebration today and had specially dressed in a beautiful floral dress. Seeing the two embraced, she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Kiana Sutton’s face turned red instantly.

"Young Master, what’s the matter?"

"Isn’t she missing something?"

"Huh?"

Chelsea Chapman was bewildered, staring at Kiana Sutton for a long time, only thinking how beautiful she looked, but noticing nothing else.

With Chelsea Chapman mesmerized by Kiana Sutton’s appearance, Ethan Sinclair frowned sternly said, "In my room, there’s a box on the bedside table, go fetch it."

"Okay..."

After Chelsea Chapman left, Kiana Sutton attempted to break free from Ethan Sinclair’s hold, met with Ethan Sinclair’s stern warning, "Move again, and today you won’t attend Grandma’s birthday celebration."

Kiana Sutton: "..."

It’s said neither coercion nor intimidation can make one yield, but Kiana Sutton always surrendered quickly under Ethan Sinclair’s oppressive influence.

Soon, Chelsea Chapman returned with the box.

"Open it!"

Chelsea Chapman opened the box, revealing a pink pearl necklace inside, exclaiming with bright eyes, "Wow, this pearl necklace is beautiful."

Ethan Sinclair said nothing, directly placing the necklace around Kiana Sutton’s neck.

Chelsea Chapman: "Wow, fantastic, I said something seemed missing on Young Madam; turns out it was this necklace. With it, her beauty instantly elevated several levels."

Chelsea Chapman excelled not only in cooking but also in flattery.

Ethan Sinclair gazed deeply at Kiana Sutton before calmly released her, "Let’s go."

He exited the room first, a thrilled Chelsea Chapman exclaimed, "Young Madam, you’re too beautiful; in my lifetime, I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you."

Kiana Sutton: "..."

How old was she anyway!

However...

She hadn’t expected Ethan Sinclair to come pick her up; surely Grandma had given him strict orders. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But, why did he give her a necklace?

She reached to touch the necklace; its pearl luminescence pure and magnificent, smooth and plump, likely not cheap.

Arriving at the hotel, upon stepping out of the car, Ethan Sinclair grabbed Kiana Sutton’s arm, leaned down to her ear with a warning, "You better behave and don’t go around seducing anyone!"