Chapter 396
Jarred’s tall frame loomed over her, completely blocking out the wind and sunlight.
Lowering his voice, he shed all his professional hardness, adopting a tenderness he reserved solely for her.
“Daisy is young and foolish. Don’t take what she just said to heart p>
He exhaled deeply. “I will look into the letter again. I’ll give you a proper answer and get justice for Mrs. Bridges p>
“Again p>
Sienna finally halted her steps.
Tilting her head to look at him, a curve slowly formed on her lips. “So you’re saying you’ve already investigated it once?
And as a result, you ordered your men to keep it from me and prevent me from coming. You suspected me p>
Sienna looked at the man in front of her, studying his handsome, striking features.
Watching the anxiety in his eyes and his seemingly genuine attempts to pacify her, the mockery on her lips deepened.
A sudden chill crept down Jarred’s spine, his heart painfully seizing.
He knew perfectly well that the moment she wore this expression, she had truly and entirely given up on him.
“Time was tight. I only verified the handwriting. I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips together. “It’s possible Mrs. Bridges was blackmailed, or maybe it really is a forgery. I will dig deeper p>
Sienna maintained eye contact, smiling thinly. “And have you thought about who might have blackmailed Mrs. Bridges p>
Jarred’s brows immediately locked together. The guilt that had filled his eyes a second ago was instantly swallowed by a layer of displeasure.
Sienna knew he understood. He knew exactly what she was implying.
But he just refused to believe it—or rather, he refused to admit it.
Looking at the smile on her face, Jarred’s frown deepened.
Her directing that kind of smile at him made him feel worse than if she had screamed in his face.
“Celeste has no reason to harm Mrs. Bridges,” he said coldly, a clear warning lining his tone.
“Mrs. Bridges saw her fighting with your grandfather with her own eyes. Celeste was the one who shoved him into the sweetbriar trees p>
Sienna’s expression suddenly turned frigid. She was absolutely sick of having to repeat this explanation.
Yet Jarred’s gaze grew even colder. than hers: “Mrs. Bridges never admitted that herself, and Celeste certainly doesn’t know anything about it p>
He let out a breath, the last few words practically forced out from the depths of his throat.
“Before Mrs. Bridges’ accident, I had someone interrogate her p>
In all the time she had known him, she had never seen him look at her with such blinding impatience.
She understood the hidden meaning behind his words.
All of these claims were made solely by her. The witness, Mrs. Bridges, hadn’t confessed, and the accused, Celeste, supposedly knew nothing.
From start to finish, he thought this was just a massive, one-woman play she was putting on.
Sienna scoffed and nodded, viciously shoving down the indignation burning in her eyes.
“I finally understand why Mrs. Bridges would rather be blackmailed than dare to tell you the truth p>
Sienna stared at his stoic face, her gaze turning sharper by the second.
“Because your blatant bias toward Celeste has reached the point of being completely blind to right and wrong. You have absolutely no boundaries when it comes to her p>
Jarred’s handsome features instantly shifted, his face darkening at a visible speed.
“Rely on you?” Sienna pulled her gaze away and let out a soft laugh. “I’d have better luck believing pigs could fly than trusting you p>
Having said her piece, she turned and walked away.
Jarred stepped forward, his long, powerful hand firmly clamping down on her forearm.
His deep eyes locked aggressively onto hers, his gaze burning. “Are you jealous right now p>
Sienna froze instantly, a flash of utter speechlessness crossing her eyes.
Looking at the profound affection in his eyes was like staring at a stranger who lived completely in his own delusional world forever blind to the truth. *
Her total, absolute detachment was, in his eyes, just her throwing a jealous tantrum?
It was completely absurd and laughable.
Sienna had no idea how this man’s brain even functioned.
Was her desire to have absolutely nothing to do with him not painfully obvious enough?