Chapter 656
Jarred looked up at the tightly shut door on the second floor.
The warm, inviting glow filtering through the curtains stabbed at his eyes, making them burn.
He slowly turned his head, staring at the trembling Mrs. Landry with a voice far rougher than he realized. “Who is upstairs p>
Mrs. Landry averted her eyes, stammering, completely terrified to meet his freezing gaze.
“Mr. Draken came by to drop off some fresh truffles for Ms. Sloan. He’s been here for almost two hours p>
Jarred let out a low chuckle, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his lips twisted into a dark, predatory sneer.
A visceral wave of jealousy tore through him, shattering his rationality.
Unable to think straight, he was entirely consumed by a suffocating possessiveness.
Gripping the still-warm dessert box, he ignored the maid’s protests and stormed up the stairs.
“Mr. Sterling! You can’t go up there! Ms. Sloan said no one is allowed to disturb her p>
Mrs. Landry chased after him, but her pleas were useless.
Jarred reached the second-floor landing in strides, his gaze locked onto the closed bedroom door.
Before he could knock, he heard the faint sound of voices carrying through the wood.
It was accompanied by soft, relaxed laughter, dripping with an undeniable intimacy.
He pounded on the door.
The heavy thuds echoed through the quiet hallway, violently breaking the peace.
The clinking of silverware paused inside, followed by Sienna’s muffled voice. “Who is it p>
He didn’t answer. He just knocked twice more.
The door opened a crack, revealing Sienna’s face. Her long hair was loosely pinned up, and the skin behind her ears was flushed from a hot shower.
The moment she saw him, her brows knit together. “What do you want p>
She had clearly just bathed, dressed in a loose, incredibly soft silk nightgown.
Her hair was still damp, tiny droplets of water clinging to the ends.
Jarred’s throat went tight as his gaze bypassed her, looking over her shoulder.
When he saw what was inside, the blood froze in his veins.
Lounging casually on Sienna’s plush beanbag chair was Silas Draken, looking completely relaxed and at home.
A plate of beautifully prepared black truffles rested on the small side table next to him.
It was obvious Silas had brought them over and carefully prepared the dish for her.
Meanwhile, Jarred stood there holding a dessert box he had desperately hoped would win her back.
In that moment, he felt entirely redundant and incredibly foolish.
Mrs. Landry had just told him Silas had been here for two hours.
That meant she hadn’t cared about the time, happily letting Silas into her bedroom to wait while she showered.
He knew exactly what kind of man Silas was.
He knew Silas played both sides, completely unrestricted by boundaries, leading a notoriously. wild and carefree life
The public thought he preferred men, but Jarred knew the truth.
The man had no taboos; if he wanted someone, he took them.
Silas was devastatingly handsome, incredibly smooth, and obscenely wealthy.
Aside from his shady background, he was essentially the perfect catch.
Compared to Jarred, who had only ever brought her pain, Silas was unburdened and readily available to protect her.
A toxic spiral of intrusive thoughts sent Jarred’s jealousy erupting.
He gripped the dessert box so hard his knuckles threatened to snap.
When they had first started dating, she had been so reserved, holding her walls up high.
Everything from holding hands to hugging had been agonizingly slow, and she hadn’t let him stay the night for months.
Let alone allowing him to wait in her room while she showered. She had always kept a polite distance.
He had tiptoed around her, patient and accommodating, carefully breaking down her defenses piece by piece.
So what the hell gave Silas the right?
The contrasting memories violently clashed in Jarred’s mind, making his vision swim.
Without a second thought, he pushed his way into the room.