Chapter 287
This wasn’t the Neurology department.
Neurology was located in an entirely different building.
Mrs. Bridges had lied to her.
She wasn’t here to visit her husband at all.
Sienna looked down the long, empty corridor in the direction Mrs. Bridges had been standing.
There was only one VIP suite at that end of the hall, the door shut tight, the light above it glowing in the dark.
During all her years married to Jarred, Mrs. Bridges had always taken good care of her, treating her with warmth and kindness.
But the way the older woman had just reacted was entirely wrong. It looked as though she had been severely threatened.
After a moment of hesitation, Sienna turned and headed for the nurses’ station.
The duty nurse beamed when she saw her. “Dr. Sloan, still haven’t clocked out p>
Sienna offered a polite smile and asked casually, “Who’s staying in that VIP suite down the hall p>
The nurse glanced in the direction she was pointing and smiled brightly. “Oh, that’s Dr. Carlyle p>
Hearing that familiar name, Sienna’s brow instantly furrowed.
“Is she alone?” she asked.
“She is right now,” the nurse chirped. “Mr. Sterling brought her in personally this afternoon. Once she was checked out and cleared of any major issues, he left.
But he was so frantic about her leg and her overall health. It was clear his heart was just breaking for her.
He even went ahead and booked top-tier international specialists to fly in for a private consultation tomorrow p>
The young nurse was new and totally oblivious to the fact that Sienna was Jarred’s wife.
She kept gossiping with a dreamy sigh. “Even if we put aside the fact that she works here, nobody dares to offend Mr. Sterling.
We all know she’s basically fine, but since he demanded she stay to rest, the hospital has to give her the absolute best resources available.
What can we say? She’s clearly the love of his life p>
Sienna watched the nurse ramble on, her expression completely flat. She murmured a quiet “Thanks” and walked away.
As she passed Celeste’s suite, her footsteps slowed for a fraction of a second, her peripheral vision locking onto the closed door.
Mrs. Bridges had dedicated thirty years to taking care of Jarred, andTM she had absolutely zero relationship with Celeste Sienna knew that for a fact.
Why would someone with no connection to Mrs. Bridges demand to see her at the hospital in the dead of night?
And based on the older woman’s sheer terror, whatever happened in that room was brutal.
What kind of venom could Celeste. have spewed to utterly terrify a thirty-year veteran of the Sterling household a woman who had seen every storm imaginable?
Sienna stopped walking. Standing under a streetlight outside, she watched her shadow stretch long and thin across the pavement.
She gave her head a slight shake.
Forget it.
Her own life was a massive, tangled mess. The last thing she needed was to drag herself into someone else’s nightmare.
Sienna arrived at the entrance of her apartment building and reached for the door.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped like a vise around her wrist, violently yanking her into a broad, solid chest.
The instant a crisp, familiar scent flooded her senses, a wave of physical nausea washed over her.
She knew exactly who it was before she even opened her eyes.
“Jarred, let go of me p>
Ignoring her fierce struggle, Jarred pinned her against him and forcefully dragged her into the shadows of the adjacent alley.
His dark, predatory gaze locked onto hers, swarming with intense, overwhelming possessiveness.
“Did you really think you could hide from me, Sienna p>
Trembling with absolute fury, Sienna twisted her arm free and swung hard, aiming a vicious slap right at his face.
But she wasn’t fast enough.
Jarred caught her wrist mid-air and pinned it forcefully behind her back. His grip was laced with a ruthless obsession, refusing to give her an inch of freedom,
Sienna was forced to tip her head back, crashing directly into his deep, smoldering eyes.
A second later, his burning lips crashed down on hers without a single warning.