Chapter 657
Before Jarred could even fully step over the threshold, a figure stood up.
Silas flashed a lazy smile, his eyes practically gleaming with provocation as he stepped sideways.
With a smooth, effortless motion, he blocked Jarred from getting any closer to Sienna.
“Sterling,” Silas greeted, setting his teacup back on the tray and tracing the rim with a finger.
“I was passing through the west side, so I grabbed some fresh produce for Sienna. She mentioned she’d been craving fresh truffles the other day p>
His gaze flicked to the dessert box in Jarred’s hand, his smile dripping with condescension.
“You’re a bit late. Sienna’s already full p>
As he spoke, he shifted closer, casually resting his arm just behind Sienna’s back.
It was a calculated move, flawlessly projecting an aura of intimacy that screamed no trespassers allowed.
Sienna shot Silas a sidelong glance but stayed silent.
Because of the angle, only Silas caught the sharp warning in her eyes.
But from Jarred’s perspective, it looked like they were openly flirting right in front of him.
Watching them, a suffocating ache seized Jarred’s chest.
He refused to even acknowledge Silas, keeping his eyes firmly locked on Sienna.
“Midnight snack,” he announced, slamming the box onto the table, deliberately pinning down the edge of Silas’s truffle plate.
“You have a sensitive stomach. You shouldn’t be eating rich foods so late at night p>
Sienna glanced at the dessert box, her expression twisting in naked disgust.
“Since when do you get to dictate what I eat p>
She walked right past him, pulling the plate of truffles closer to herself.
Silas chuckled at exactly the right moment, stepping up behind her and loosely wrapping his fingers around her wrist.
“Sienna, Sterling meant well. But since you love them so much, I’ll have the kitchen make truffle soup for you tomorrow p>
His breath brushed the top of her hair as he spoke, but his eyes were locked on Jarred, brimming with malicious amusement.
A vein throbbed violently at Jarred’s temple.
He reached out to snatch the truffles away, but the second his fingers grazed the porcelain, Sienna slapped his hand away.
The strike wasn’t heavy, but the rejection seared into his skin like a branding iron.
“Jarred, can you stop making a fool of yourself p>
She glared at him. “You are my ex-husband. I don’t need to report to you about who I eat with or who I see p>
Taking a deep breath, she looked at the tense, rigid man and ruthlessly ordered, “Get out p>
Jarred turned to stone.
Silas had been waiting for him to snap. He strolled forward, angling himself protectively beside Sienna.
With a harmless, lazy smile, he poured gasoline onto the fire in a soft, mocking tone.
“Sterling, it’s first come, first served. Sienna clearly doesn’t want to see you right now, so why be So desperate?
That was the spark that finally blew Jarred’s composure to pieces.
Abandoning all restraint, he drew his arm back and drove a brutal punch straight into Silas’s jaw.
A sickening thud echoed in the room.
Caught off guard, Silas stumbled backward, a furious red mark instantly blooming across his skin.
The bedroom plunged into a deafening silence.
Sienna’s pupils contracted, her face darkening like a storm cloud.
Before she could even yell, another heavy blow landed.
This time, it was Silas swinging.
Jarred took a solid hook to the left side of his face.
The tension exploded, filling the air with the thick, metallic scent of violence.
The two men glared at each other, their eyes turning feral.
Just as they were about to lunge at each other again, Sienna intervened.
“That’s enough!” she shouted.
She was already furious at Jarred for barging upstairs without permission.
Seeing him escalate it to a physical brawl pushed her over the edge.
She wasn’t about to side with Silas and his manipulative games, nor did she pity Jarred’s wvolatile breakdown.
She was simply disgusted that these two men were treating her private sanctuary like an undergroundt fighting ring.