Chapter 658
Sienna took a step forward, her voice dropping to an absolute freeze.
“Jarred, storming into my room without permission is crossing the line p>
She shifted her gaze, turning a cold eye on Silas, ruthlessly calling out his act.
“And you. Don’t play the victim. You purposely baited him p>
Pointing toward the hallway, she delivered her final verdict with zero room for negotiation.
“This is my home, not a boxing ring for your bruised egos.
If you want to kill each other, take it outside! Both of you, get the hell out p>
Jarred’s knuckles throbbed from the impact, the jealous rage still burning a hole in his chest.
She hadn’t chosen Silas.
He had been terrified that Silas was the one she was trying to protect.
But in the end, Sienna wasn’t taking anyone’s side.
To her, he was just her obsessed ex-husband, and Silas was just an instigator.
They were equally unwelcome.
Yet the fact remained—she still hadn’t chosen him.
Realizing that she viewed him with the same disdain as a stranger chilled him to the bone.
“Darling Jarred’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to plead his case.
“Get out p>
Sienna raised her voice, denying him any chance to defend himself.
Silas ran his tongue over his bruised jaw, raising an eyebrow without a word.
He knew full well she was genuinely pissed.
He probably shouldn’t have tested her limits just for the fun of it.
Dropping his harmless charade, Silas turned and walked out of the bedroom first.
Jarred stared at the icy fury on her face, a crushing wave of defeat clogging his throat.
He had won countless battles, crushed his corporate rivals, and survived life-or-death crises.
But when it came to her, he lost every single time.
Forced to swallow his misery, he backed away.
He turned and crossed the threshold.
Bang.
The heavy door slammed shut behind him, the finality of the sound sending a fresh wave of despair through his heart.
The hostility in the spacious hallway remained suffocating, the gunpowder still hanging thick in the air.
By the time they reached the courtyard below, the night had grown heavy, the evening breeze biting with cold.
Their two cars sat in a silent standoff in the driveway—Jarred’s black Bentley and Silas’s flashy Aston Martin.
Silas rubbed his aching jaw, his previously relaxed demeanor replaced by naked aggression.
A mocking smirk curled his lips. “What? Want to go another round? You act like beating me to a pulp will suddenly make her yours p>
Jarred’s expression was lethally cold, his eyes still swirling with manic jealousy as he went straight for the jugular.
“You really have no shame. Maloney is still missing, and you immediately pivot your target to Sienna You really do play both sides, don’t you p>
Silas’s face darkened, instantly provoked by the low blow. He clenched his fists, ready to lunge forward.
But Jarred completely dismissed him.
Turning his back, Jarred strolled toward his car and sneered, “Go call your boyfriend wouldn’t want people saying I picked on a weakling p>
With that, he opened the door and slid into the backseat of his Bentley.
The door slammed shut.
The black luxury vehicle smoothly reversed out of the driveway and sped off into the night.
Silas was left standing in the yard, his blood boiling with no outlet.
Grinding his teeth, he swallowed his anger and climbed into his Aston Martin.
In the dim light of the cabin, he pulled out his phone and rapidly typed a text to Sienna upstairs.
[I’ll find the person myself. Don’t forget what you promised me p>
The screen lit up almost immediately.
Reading the simple “Ok” on his screen, Silas let out a long breath and finally started the engine.