Chapter 428
Just as Sienna raised her hand, about to signal the driver to pull away.
A pair of headlights pierced the twilight, coming to a dead stop right in front of her car.
It was Jarred’s car.
The black luxury vehicle cut its lights, the darkness of the evening amplifying its cold, intimidating presence.
Within seconds, the door swung open, a long leg stepped out, and the man’s tall, commanding figure appeared in front of her hood.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, Jarred had shed his usual cynical, playboy aura, his features radiating an icy, untouchable nobility.
Whether he had just finished work or rushed back from somewhere else, exhaustion was etched into every line of his body.
He leaned down and knocked on the window, his breathing slightly ragged, his voice dropping low. “Today isn’t a treatment day for the old man. Why are you here p>
Sienna ignored his bait, rolling down the window to reveal her flawless face.
Jarred arched an eyebrow the moment he saw her in that striking, vibrant red.
His gaze slid slowly across her face, as if inspecting something highly amusing, before finally settling on the tight line of her lips.
“Clearly not here for a happy occasion,” he noted.
There was a hint of mock regret in his tone, but his striking eyes were undeniably swimming with amusement.
Sienna looked up at him, entirely bypassing the small talk. “Did you know about Celeste p>
Jarred’s expression didn’t shift.
Instead, he reached out, pulled open the rear door, and slid his massive frame onto the seat right beside her, frowning slightly as he looked her over.
“Which part?” he asked.
Jarred’s dark, fathomless pupils locked onto her, his gaze lingering, making it utterly impossible to read his true emotions.
A faint, calculated smile tugged at the corner of Sienna’s mouth, laced with deliberate testing. “The whole city is buzzing with rumors that you’re heartbroken, running yourself ragged all night for her.
Yet your mother and grandmother were the ones who personally handled the cremation, weren’t they?
You’ve been totally MIA for a full twenty-four hours. Was there something more important than seeing your precious Celeste off one last time p>
Before coming here, Sienna had her operatives confirm that Jarred had no official assignments for the past three days.
On something as monumental as Celeste’s death, he was entirely off the grid.
Yet here he was, suddenly materializing out of nowhere, looking like he had just traveled a thousand miles.
Where exactly had he been this whole time? Cleaning up the mess? Or tucking away a perfectly alive Celeste?
Jarred didn’t voice an admission, nor did he offer a denial.
He simply stared at her in silence, letting the quiet stretch out thickly between them.
After a long pause, Jarred finally parted his lips. His deep, magnetic voice carried its usual seductive, gentre cadence, yet it was completely void of any emotional shift.
“And p>
That single, infuriating word left absolutely no opening to strike.
Sienna lowered her eyes, her slender fingertips lightly tracing the edge of her phone, already certain of the answer in her heart.
Outwardly, she didn’t bat an eye, continuing her probe. “Everyone is saying she died a tragic accident, completely clean and final.
But I ran through all the travel logs, medical files, and incident reports. Not a single detail adds up p>
She met his gaze head-on, her eyes. crystal clear yet razor-sharp, piercing straight through his highly orchestrated calm. “Jarred, she isn’t actually dead, is she p>
A flicker of something deeply obscure flashed through Jarred’s eyes, vanishing so fast it was impossible to catch.
He remained completely unbothered, showing zero signs of panic. “Darling, you’ve clearly been inside already. They must have given you the answer you were looking for p>
“But I don’t buy it p>
Sienna cut him off immediately, her tone cool and piercing. “You disappeared for an entire day. Were you off settling her somewhere safe p>
Jarred looked at her, so close that he could literally see the stubborn, relentless fire burning in her eyes.
Suddenly, he laughed—it was that aggressively dominant, signature laugh that belonged exclusively to Jarred.