Chapter 57
His explicit teasing sent a wave of furious heat rushing through Sienna.
She raised her hand to slap him across the face.
But he caught her wrist effortlessly in mid-air.
Jarred pinned her arms above her head, locking them in his grip.
His towering frame pressed down heavier, casting a dark shadow that entirely engulfed her.
His warm breath ghosted over her lips, his gaze swimming with dangerous, intoxicating heat.
“Sienna, you have two choices today,” he said, spacing out every syllable. “Either you be a good girl and come with me to the manor, or we stay right here, and I take you until you can’t walk p>
Sienna stared up at him.
She looked at the face hovering mere inches from hers, at that familiar smile that had once made her heart flutter.
A sudden, suffocating wave of disgust washed over her.
The sheer revulsion clawing up from her stomach made her shiver.
She blurted out, “Jarred, I am physically repulsed by you. If you dare touch me, I will take you down with me p>
Jarred froze for a split second.
He stared into her eyes, taking in the raw, unmasked hatred burning within them, and instead of getting angry, he laughed.
Not the devilish smirk from earlier, but a genuine, echoing laugh.
He lightly traced the curve of her cheek with his fingertips, his tone laced with mock injury. “I cleaned up the absolute mess you made, and this is how you repay me? Being so mean p>
Sienna was so infuriated she could only let out a bitter laugh.
“The mess I made?” She wrenched her wrists against his iron grip. “If your grandmother hadn’t sicced her thugs on me, do you think I would have lifted a finger? They were the ones who humiliated me first p>
Jarred stared down at her.
He knew Sienna’s temper well—she was a spark that could ignite a powder keg.
Arguing with her would only lead to a never-ending fight.
He released her wrists, his tone softening a fraction, carrying a hint of concession. “Fine, let’s drop it. As long as you come with me to the manor, I promise I’ll smooth everything over. I won’t let you be wronged p>
“I’m not going!” Sienna practically spat. “I will never apologize to her for as long as I live.
Just the thought of her makes me want to burn this whole family to the ground. If I go, God knows what kind of damage I’ll actually do p>
Seeing the undisguised defiance and hostility burning in her eyes, the chill in Jarred’s gaze deepened, but he held onto the absolute last thread of his patience.
“If you don’t want to apologize, you don’t have to,” he said. “Just stand quietly by my side p>
“I won’t p>
Sienna tried to reject him again.
But Jarred didn’t give her another chance to speak. He clamped a hand around her wrist and forcefully dragged her toward the door.
Sienna stumbled as he pulled her, a sharp bolt of agony shooting up her leg, making her gasp in pain.
The burn from the older woman’s stun baton yesterday was still violently throbbing.
Her thrashing just now must have aggravated the wound.
Her face drained of color as the pain robbed her of the ability to take another step.
Jarred glanced back, taking in her expression, and arched a single brow.
“Playing the victim?” He let out a low scoff. “Grandmother told me everything. You attacked her first, and her bodyguards gave you a little shove to protect her. It’s just a scrape. Drop the act p>
Those careless, dismissive words reduced all her agonizing pain and sheer terror into nothing but a cheap, calculated performance.
Looking at his utterly unbothered expression, Sienna’s heart crashed into the abyss.
Suddenly, she had absolutely nothing left to say to him.
After all, in his eyes, his grandmother was a loving elder, Celeste was his delicate, innocent savior, and his family was full of saints.
From start to finish, she was the only villain—the unreasonable, troublemaking monster.
Sienna remained dead silent, letting him drag her out the door, down the stairs, and shoving her into the car parked by the curb.
Once Jarred climbed in, he ordered the driver, “Lock the doors p>
His cold, unyielding demeanor made it perfectly clear he was never letting her out of this car.
Sienna simply slumped back against the seat, shut her eyes, and refused to look in his direction the entire ride.