Chapter 415
Jarred’s gaze was heavy as he gave a faint nod, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You definitely owe her an apology. Whether she forgives you or not depends entirely on your future behavior p>
Daisy nodded frantically, as obedient as a tamed cat. “I will, Jarred. You can count on me p>
She lowered her head, her gaze sweeping over Jarred’s hand resting on the armrest.
His knuckles were distinct, his fingers long and elegant.
A subtle yet astronomically expensive watch adorned his wrist.
Daisy’s eyelashes fluttered, her lowered brow concealing the fleeting spark of ambition that flashed in her eyes.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.
By the time Sienna walked out of Thea’s law firm, it was nearly ten o’clock at night.
A cool evening breeze stirred the loose strands of her hair.
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were her designated days for treating Jarred’s grandfather. Today happened to be Wednesday.
Just as Sienna reached her car, her bodyguard murmured a warning. “Ms. Sloan, we just received word. Master Sterling is returning to Sterling Manor tonight p>
Sienna didn’t even break her stride. Not a ripple of emotion crossed her eyes as she coolly slid into the vehicle.
She and Jarred had been separated for a long time. The exhausting tug-of-war of their mandatory divorce cooling-off period had long since drained whatever lingering warmth existed between them.
She genuinely had zero desire to cross paths with him and add to their pointless drama.
However, the old man’s medical condition couldn’t wait. She absolutely refused to delay her patient’s recovery simply to avoid running into her estranged husband.
“Take the side entrance,” she ordered, her tone icy.
The driver acknowledged the command and started the engine, smoothly pulling into the tranquil, sprawling grounds of Sterling Manor.
Bypassing the main courtyard’s traffic entirely, the car parked silently outside the side entrance.
Her low heels clicking faintly, Sienna walked with a light, poised stride straight up to the second floor.
But the moment she rounded the corner of the corridor, she realized there was an extra person in the house tonight.
No, two people.
Sienna’s steps slowed.
From the direction of the study at the end of the hall, she heard a girl’s soft giggling.
It was sweet, saccharine, and laced with an undeniably flirtatious whine.
“Jarred, just take one bite. It took me forever to make p>
Sienna continued walking, the sharp click of her heels echoing distinctly through the quiet hallway.
The study door was wide open, golden light spilling into the hall.
It stretched across the dark hardwood floor, casting a long, distinct silhouette.
When she reached the doorway, she got a clear view of the scene inside.
Daisy had changed out of her severe black mourning clothes and was now wearing a creamy white knit sweater.
Her hair had been restyled, giving her the fresh, pristine look of an innocent college girl.
She stood by the desk holding a bowl of food, leaning forward so fär that her body was practically brushing against the arm of the man sitting behind it.
Jarred sat behind the desk, several files spread out in front of him and a pen in his hand.
He wasn’t looking at Daisy; his eyes were glued to his paperwork.
His brow was slightly furrowed, and his demeanor was cold and completely detached.
“Jarred p>
Daisy leaned in even further, scooping a spoonful of soup and bringing it right to his lips. Just one bite. I spent hours simmering this. I’ll be so sad if you don’t eat it p>
Jarred finally looked up, shooting her a glance.
It was a look completely devoid of warmth.
“Leave it on the desk,” he said, his voice maddeningly neutral.
He harbored zero romantic feelings for Daisy, everything he did was strictly out of obligation and gratitude for Mrs Bridges’s decades of loyal service.
Facing the orphaned daughter of the deceased, he simply felt an added layer of pity and a duty to ensure she was looked after.
But to any outsider—especially Sienna, who was standing right outside the door—it told a very different story.
The late-night isolation and intimate hand-feeding painted a sickeningly blatant picture of seduction.
Sienna averted her gaze and kept walking.
However, the clicking of her heels instantly caught the attention of both people in the study.