Chapter 670
Even though they had long since divorced, even though she coldly avoided him time after time.
Yet in a matter of life and death, his only concern, his only panic, would always be her.
However, Sienna’s expression remained consistently aloof. In the next second, she raised her hand and pushed him away directly, leaving no room for negotiation.
“I’m fine p>
After saying that, she walked toward Thea.
Jarred stood frozen in place, his fingertips feeling empty, still retaining her cool body temperature.
Watching Sienna’s indifferent back, a layer of hurt instantly washed over his handsome, chiseled face.
Standing to the side, Marcus took this entire scene in.
The faint smile on Marcus’s lips deepened slightly, a subtle glimmer flashing through his eyes, completely unnoticed by anyone.
Inside the cabin of the private jet.
The environment was quiet and enclosed.
Sienna looked at Marcus sitting quietly before her, sporting a fresh bite mark on his hand, feeling a twinge of guilt in her heart.
If he hadn’t intervened in time just now, she would have been the one injured.
She retrieved sterile gauze and disinfectant, taking the initiative to step forward. “Mr. Sterling, let me help you treat that wound p>
Marcus smiled slightly, his striking eyes making him look even more delicate.
“Then I’ll have to trouble you, Sienna p>
Saying that, he extended his injured hand toward her.
“It’s no trouble p>
Sienna smiled faintly as she approached. Kneeling beside him, she began to carefully clean his wound.
At the doorway, Jarred stood there silently.
His gaze fell upon Sienna’s lowered eyes and the hands that were bandaging Marcus, his features blanketed in an impenetrable layer of gloom.
His expression couldn’t exactly be described as ugly.
But all the emotion on that face seemed to be suppressed beneath a thin layer of ice, and only the deep furrow between his brows betrayed him.
That was supposed to be his woman.
That was the person he owed, the person he wanted to make amends to, the person he was trying with all his might to get close to.
Yet now, she was treating someone else’s wound with such gentle meticulousness.
If the other person weren’t Marcus, he would have already thrown a punch.
Jarred crossed his arms over his chest, his face dark to the extreme.
Sienna finished treating the wound, cut the bandage, tossed the scraps into the waste bag, and looked up at Marcus.
“Don’t get it wet for the next two days. I’ll have someone send you a tetanus shot later p>
Marcus nodded. “Thank you p>
Sienna stood up and packed away the first aid kit. As she walked past Jarred, she didn’t even slow her steps.
Jarred finally spoke up. “Come back to the front cabin with me p>
The private jet had clear divisions. The front cabin was spacious and comfortable, no smaller than Marcus’s exclusive cabin.
But Sienna simply lifted her eyes, giving him a cold glance, her tone distant and aloof, lacking the slightest room for compromise.
“No need p>
She turned to look at Marcus beside her, a hint of natural consultation in her voice.
“Mr. Sterling, there are still empty seats in your cabin. I’ll just sit here. I hope it’s not too much trouble p>
A hint of a smile flashed across Marcus’s eyes, fully understanding the situation.
At a single glance, he saw through: the immense jealousy and possessiveness radiating from the hey, man at the door, but naturally, he wouldn’t expose him.
Nor would he act unreasonably immediately after Sienna had just helped him treat his wound.
The corners of Marcus’s mouth twitched.
The look he gave Jarred carried a helpless ‘you’re on your own’ vibe, before he finally smiled at Sienna.
“It’s no trouble. Whatever makes you happy p>
Upon receiving his answer, Sienna: didn’t spare Jarred another glance. She sat straight down and raised her hand to press the switch for the seat partition.
The frosted glass slowly rose, blocking out Jarred’s face, which was drawn tight with suppressed restraint.
Jarred stood frozen, a heavy fury bottled up in his chest with nowhere to vent.
He stared at the closed door, completely motionless.
Marcus raised his eyes and looked through the gap in the partition at the dark-faced man by the door fasad shaking his head slightly, a meaningful smile lingering on his lips: