Chapter 375
“If the person who saved you back then wasn’t her,” Sienna said, looking directly into his eyes, “would you regret everything you’ve done today p>
The second those words dropped, Jarred snapped his eyes up. A layer of bone-chilling detachment instantly coated his dark gaze.
Without a moment of hesitation, his voice came out low and frigid. “I never answer hypotheticals p>
Vague and evasive.
Sienna had guessed it would be like this, and she didn’t need his answer anyway.
Her gaze grew even sharper. “Fine. Then keep protecting her. Keep cleaning up her messes. Mrs. Bridges’ death, the old man’s severe injuries, every single old debt. I will investigate them all to the bitter end and dig up every piece of evidence. I want to see exactly how long you can shield her. Rest assured, I will make sure Celeste rots in a cell p>
The expression on Jarred’s face remained utterly calm. The corners of his lips curved upward slightly, forming a faint, unpredictable smile. Yet the coldness surging in his eyes was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
“No need to go through all that trouble,” he said slowly, his tone flat but carrying an overwhelming sense of control. “I can help you achieve that wish p>
Sienna’s brows immediately knit together. Filled with confusion, she stared at him intently. “What do you mean p>
The candlelight illuminated his impeccably handsome profile, his smile gentle.
But the icy intent roiling in his eyes carried an unquestionable, obsessive dominance.
He leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them.
His sharp dark eyes locked onto hers like unsheathed daggers. “From now on, I will no longer interfere with Celeste’s affairs. I am washing my hands of her p>
Those deep, dangerously predatory eyes looked exactly as they had seven years ago when she first arrived at the Sterling manor.
It was that inescapable, suffocating pressure of being marked by a hunter.
He paused for a second, his lips parting. “And we stop talking about divorce p>
Sienna thought she heard him wrong.
She looked at him, looking at the obsessive seriousness emerging on that refined, gentlemanly face.
Suddenly, everything felt absurd to the extreme.
Sienna couldn’t help but laugh, a laugh devoid of any warmth. “Are you trying to… threaten me p>
Jarred nodded.
“Sienna,” he said, his voice laced with amusement, as if stating an absolute fact. “I have no intention of divorcing you p>
Sienna felt her mind go entirely blank for a split second.
She heard her own heartbeat—heavy, dull, and rapid.
It felt like something was thrashing against her ribcage.
She stared at the man in front of her, searching his expression for even a hint of a joke.
But there was none.
He was more serious than she had ever seen him.
“Jarred.” Sienna felt like her voice was about to catch fire. “Are you out of your mind p>
Jarred slowly shook his head, dipping his elegant neck slightly.
He gently reached out, his long, slender fingers tenderly caressing her cool cheek.
From a distance, the scene looked incredibly tender.
The man looking down at the woman, his hand resting against her face-an intimate, affectionate posture, like lovers who had just made up
But only Sienna, trapped in the middle of it, knew that the tips of his fingers were ice-cold.
The breath brushing against her ear felt scorching but the words pouring into her eardrums were filled with bone-chilling obsession.
He lowered his voice, his breath ghosting over the tip of her ear with a low, dark chuckle.
“Every time we’ve met lately, you’ve pushed me away, refusing to give me even a sliver of a chance. I try coaxing you, begging you, but you won’t have it. Since playing nice’ish working, I can only switch to a method that will p>
Sienna’s body went instantly as stiff as a board.