Chapter 422
Jarred strode over slowly, his black tailored suit accentuating his tall, lean physique.
His deep, sharp eyes carried an oppressive aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
He had clearly been handling business in his study; his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the top two buttons were undone, revealing a sharply defined collarbone.
Daisy instantly wiped the tears from her face, ignoring her messy state, and lunged forward.
She clamped tightly onto Jarred’s arm, leaning her entire body weight against him.
Resting her head on his shoulder, she cried with even more aggrieved sobs.
“Jarred, I’m so sorry… This is all my fault, please don’t blame Ms. Sloan p>
She seemed to be taking the blame, acting submissive and remorseful with every word.
Yet, every single syllable was an accusation highlighting her own victimhood.
“I just didn’t have anything to wear at the moment, so I listened to you and picked out one of Ms. Sloan’s unused nightgowns.
I explicitly told her I would wash it and return it, but Ms. Sloan seems so incredibly angry p>
Not only does she refuse to forgive me, but she also wants to call the cops and say I stole it. I really don’t know what to do p>
Sienna watched this pathetic display with cold detachment, a nonchalant smirk playing on her lips.
If this were a soap opera, these tactics would at least earn her a nomination for best supporting actress.
Of course, compared to Celeste Carlyle, she was still miles behind.
That woman was a true method actor, oozing drama from every pore, turning manipulation into a literal performance art.
Daisy was just a rookie; she had a little natural talent, but her execution lacked finesse.
Jarred cast his eyes downward at the girl trembling in his arms, the impatience in his gaze growing heavy.
He looked up at Sienna’s aloof figure standing opposite them, his tone laced with blatant accusation.
“You never even wear these clothes, and you literally have hundreds, if not thousands, of pieces like this. What’s the big deal if she borrows one?
It’s not like she wasn’t going to return it. If she washes it and gives it back, isn’t that enough? Do you really need to make such a massive scene p>
Sienna crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin slightly, her lonely, clear gaze fixed on the man before her.
Jarred felt an inexplicable wave of irritation under her stare.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone taking on a hint of provocation. “Am I wrong p>
“You’re absolutely right.” Sienna spoke with a slow, deliberate drawl. Things to longer ise can certainly be handed off to someone else p>
Jarred froze slightly, not expecting her to agree with him so easily.
Sienna offered a small smile—it was a beautiful smile, but icy to the bone.
“Just like men p>
As she said this, her clear eyes locked fiercely onto his.
Jarred instantly caught her underlying meaning the warmth completely draining from his eyes as the air pressure around him. plummeted.
He had always been the golden boy, used to controlling everything while the world revolved around him.
But with Sienna, he constantly lost control and found himself completely powerless.
He absolutely despised this detached demeanor of hers, as if nothing in the world—including him—was worthy of her attention.
Facing his brooding, warning glare, Sienna showed zero fear.
She slowly retracted all the amusement from her eyes, her expression turning devastatingly cold.
“I do not share my men or my intimate clothing with anyone. That is my absolute rule p>
Jarred’s eyes narrowed slightly.
When she said the first half of the sentence, he had felt a flicker of smug satisfaction.
But the second half, paired with the sheer indifference in her sharp gaze, held a disdain he had never seen before.
It was as if she had never even considered him to be her man!
Sienna’s peripheral vision briefly swept over Daisy, who was still leaning against Jarred and secretly gloating, before her voice went incredibly hard.
“Furthermore, she entered my private walk-in closet and claimed my personal belongings without my direct permission.
That is no longer borrowing. It is blatant theft. She crossed a legal line, and she crossed my personal boundaries p>