Chapter 423
Jarred’s chest heaved heavily twice, a surge of suffocating frustration building up from her stubborn rigidity.
A sudden wave of unnamable anger rushed straight to his core.
He knew Sienna was a germaphobe, but she had never been this petty.
Why was she being so harsh, cold, and uncompromising over a single nightgown toward a helpless teenage girl who had just lost her mother?
Looking at her absolute refusal to back down, her stance making it clear she would fight this to the bitter end today.
Jarred felt a mix of anger and suffocation, alongside a faint, secret trace of bitter helplessness.
After a few seconds of tense standoff.
He finally suppressed the turbulent emotions churning inside him, raising a hand to strip off his tailored suit jacket.
The cool air rushed in, making his broad, rigid frame look even more imposing.
He threw the jacket directly at the tear-soaked Daisy beside him, his voice heavy and carrying an undeniable command.
“Put this on, take off Ms. Sloan’s nightgown, and give it back to her p>
Daisy’s hands trembled as she caught the suit jacket, which still carried Jarred’s body heat.
The tear tracks on her delicate face hadn’t even dried, making her look exceptionally pitiful.
She looked up at Jarred, her gaze full of grievance and forced endurance.
Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
Clutching the jacket, she turned around and walked back into the closet.
A few moments later, she emerged once more.
Daisy offered the nightgown up to Sienna with both hands, her head bowed, her eyes brimming with fresh tears.
“Ms. Sloan, I’m sorry, here it is p>
Sienna didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids.
Though she didn’t say a single word, the silence was more humiliating than any scathing insult.
Daisy’s hands froze in midair, and tears began to well up in her eyes all over again.
Beside them, Jarred’s brows were tightly knitted, his thin lips pressed into a hard line.
Just as he was about to speak, the bodyguard behind Sienna, already deeply attuned to his boss’s intentions, stepped up.
With perfect timing, he reached out and took the nightgown from Daisy’s hands.
“Take it and burn it p>
A second later, Sienna’s frigid voice echoed slowly through the hall.
“Including everything else I’ve left here. Used or unused, burn it all. Leave absolutely nothing behind p>
“Understood, Ms. Sloan p>
With that, the bodyguard turned and walked away with the garment in hand.
Jarred’s pupils contracted, his face full of disbelief as he stared at the ruthlessly cold woman in front of him his suppressed rage instantly exploding.
“Sienna, do you really find this entertaining p>
Sienna slowly raised her eyes to look at the deeply enraged man, a bright smile in her gaze as she shrugged nonchalantly.
“Ruthlessly slapping down the people who desperately try to assert dominance in front of me? Yes, find it incredibly entertaing p>
There wasn’t a trace of malice in her eyes, only absolute confidence and composure, radiating an untouchable pride.
Jarred stared at her intently.
The anger boiling in his chest was inexplicably replaced by a complex, indescribable emotion.
Sienna didn’t spare him another glance, not even a fraction of her peripheral vision.
She turned on her heel and headed straight downstairs.
Jarred’s deep eyes stayed glued to her retreating figure until she vanished around the corner of the stairs.
With suppressed emotions churning in his eyes that no one could read, he didn’t move an inch for a long time.
Down by her side, Daisy’s hands slowly balled into tight fists.
She had watched Sienna walk right past her.
Her profile under the lights looked so noble and untouchable, every single item she wore screaming extreme wealth.
She could afford those kinds of clothes, which was why destroying them meant absolutely nothing to her.
But she would rather burn it all than let Daisy have a single piece.
Just how little did Sienna think of her?
Daisy bit her lip, a suffocating wave of jealousy and resentment crashing over her.