Chapter 676
The corners of her mouth actually curved up slightly, but the smile was devoid of warmth.
“Our history?” she asked, her voice low but piercingly clear. “Do we even have a history together p>
That one simple question instantly froze the air around Jarred.
The vulnerability on his face shattered into a million pieces.
A layer of pure ice coated his eyes, and the atmospheric pressure around him became terrifyingly heavy.
Sienna didn’t give him a second to breathe.
She tilted her head slightly, shifting her gaze away from his face as if looking at a complete stranger.
“If you really want to talk about feelings, why don’t you go say these things to Celeste?
“You didn’t hand her over to the police, did you? You must still be harboring some special feelings for her p>
Jarred’s eyes darkened violently.
Sienna scoffed. “Who knows? Maybe out of gratitude for all the pampering you’ve given her over the years, she’ll risk her life to save Maloney for you p>
The color drained entirely from Jarred’s face.
He stepped forward, his chest heaving at a frantic pace.
He raised a hand, as if to grab her arm.
But his hand froze in mid-air, his knuckles turning white from the strain of holding back.
He clenched his jaw, the muscles fluttering as he finally forced the words through his teeth.
“I’ve told you a thousand times, I never p>
He had tried to explain it to her countless times. He had never harbored any romantic feelings for Celeste, never crossed any lines.
From the very beginning, his heart had belonged to no one else.
But no matter how he explained, no matter how he tried to clear the air, she stubbornly refused to believe him.
She constantly used it as a weapon to wound him, to push him away.
This overwhelming sense of powerlessness and injustice choked him, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Watching him struggle to suppress his agitation, Sienna found it entirely pointless and laughable.
Her eyes turned completely glacial; she had zero interest in dragging this out.
Before he could finish his sentence, she cut him off coldly: “Get out of my way p>
Jarred’s words caught in his throat, his entire body going rigid.
His lips parted twice, but no sound came out.
Sienna raised her hand and lightly pushed aside the arm blocking the door.
The movement wasn’t violent, but the absolute, unquestionable ease of it was far more chilling than a physical shove.
She opened the door and walked out.
Inside the conference room, no one dared to move.
Marcus stood by the window, one hand in his pocket, his other bandaged hand resting on the sill.
He slowly pulled his gaze back from the doorway and let it settle on Jarred.
Jarred was still standing by the door, facing the closed panel, his shoulders completely rigid, looking as if he might splinter apart at any second.
His expression wasn’t angry; in fact, it was totally blank.
But the aura radiating from him pressed down heavily on the room.
It sucked all the oxygen out of the space.
The medical experts were utterly bewildered.
None of them had heard exactly what the two had said to each other.
But it was glaringly obvious to everyone that the usually unflappable Jarred had just hit. a brick wall with Sienna and was left utterly humiliated.
These were all shrewd professionals.
Taking the cue, they unanimously averted their eyes, lowering their heads and holding their breath, terrified to make a sound.
They were petrified that the slightest misstep would turn them into collateral damage for his explosive rage.
The entire conference room plunged back into a suffocating, deathly silence.
Out in the hallway.
The moment Sienna stepped out of the room, the icy edge to her expression thawed slightly returning to her usual calm detachment.
Thea, who had been waiting outside, immediately stepped forward and asked softly.
“How did it go? Did they try to make you stay p>
Sienna paused, glancing at her with a hint of surprise. “How did you know p>