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Chapter 8
Just as Sienna finished changing and stepped outside, Michelle’s call came through.
“Well?” Michelle’s voice buzzed with excitement. “Did he blow up and then spank you?”
Sienna facepalmed herself, then calmly spouted nonsense. “Nope. He barely said one sentence before I scolded the shit out of him. Then, he repented on the spot, dropped to his knees, and begged for forgiveness. I slapped him coolly and walked away very decisively.”
Michelle laughed so hard she nearly lost it. “Keep making things up. You can’t fool anyone. As if that iceberg would cower to you.”
Sienna remained indifferent. “It’s true. I would never lie.”
Just as her words fell, a sharp car horn blared. Clayton sat in the driver’s seat, clearly running out of patience. He yelled, ” Stop dawdling! At this rate, the car is going to run out of gas.”
Sienna immediately responded, “Coming!”
Then, she said into the phone, “The driver is rushing me. I have to go.”
Michelle was speechless. Since when did drivers dare rush their bosses?
Sienna walked over to the car, her gaze landing on the very obvious dent in the hood.
She was slightly shaken at the sight. Was she out of her mind the night before? Why was she so impulsive?
If she’d hit Clayton, the Hales would never have let her off. If she’d hit Melody, Clayton would never have let her off. If she’d hit a passerby, she wouldn’t let herself off.
Thankfully, she’d only hit the hood. Sienna let out a breath of relief. “Didn’t you say you were getting it repaired? Why are you still driving it? Did you go bankrupt and have no other cars to drive?”
Clayton smirked lazily. “I’m preserving the evidence of someone’s crime. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them you did it.”
“Did you skip preschool as a kid? That’s childish.” Sienna rolled her eyes.
She opened the back door and got in, even patting the back of his seat as she said, “Let’s go, sir.”
Clayton snapped his head back. “You really think I’m your driver?”
“Yeah.” Sienna shrugged. “There are only two people here. If you’re not the driver, am I?”
Clayton’s brows furrowed. “Do you have to be so difficult?”
Even though Sienna had blacked out the night before, after seeing the footage, fragments of her memory rushed back. She remembered why she had snapped.
Not only had Melody sat there in that front passenger seat, but her husband had attentively opened the door for her. The scene appalled her.
Sienna suddenly leaned forward and sniffed the air seriously. “Something stinks in front. I don’t want to smell it. I’m not being difficult-I’m just thinking of my comfort.”
Clayton took her words as an insult. He refused to start the car, clearly ready to argue with her. After a moment, Sienna reached for the door handle. “Fine. I’ll take a cab. Let’s see who gets there first.”
As soon as her fingers touched the handle, Clayton hit the gas. “Sit still.”
The char shot forward like an arrow. Sienna’s head slammed into the back of the seat.
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“Slow down! If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you.”
Clayton glanced at her in the rearview mirror, utterly calm. “There are only two of us here. If I don’t drag you down with me, who else will I do it to?”
Sienna was about to snap back when his phone rang. He put the call on speaker, and Miles’ jolly voice came through.” Clayton, drinks tonight? Hayden’s back from his trip. How about calling Melody and having a party?”
“I can’t. I have a family dinner tonight,” Clayton refused flatly.
He then added, “Keep an eye on Melody. Don’t let her drink too much.”
Miles laughed. “Don’t worry. You can count on me.”
As she listened to their conversation, Sienna found it baffling. These people were all obsessed with Melody-especially Miles, that simp. He was always at odds with her, but when it came to Melody, he bent over backward to protect her.
Sienna was curious just what kind of spell Melody had cast on them. Was it black magic?
An hour later, the car pulled into a hillside residence as dusk and fog settled in. The old locust tree in the yard rustled in the evening breeze, and the lake reflected the final streaks of sunset.
The moment Sienna stepped out, a loud shout echoed. “Enna!”
Rupert stood by the lake with his walking stick. A fat seabass thrashed in the bucket at his feet, and he waved proudly.” Perfect timing! Look at this beauty I just caught. I’ll make you the most delicious grilled fish.”
Sienna ran over, peeked into the bucket, and teased, “Are you sure you didn’t buy that at the market?”
“Silly! Why can’t you humor me?” Rupert tapped her forehead lightly. “I spent all afternoon fishing. Would it kill you to praise me for once?”
Clayton strolled over to Sienna’s side and remarked nonchalantly, “Showing off your age? How shameless.”
“Brat!” Rupert swung his walking stick at Clayton’s leg. “Watch your mouth!”
Clayton dodged easily, grinning. “I meant you’re still strong for your age.”
Rupert ignored him and shoved the bucket to the butler, Alfred Swanson. He hooked an arm through Sienna’s as they headed inside, complaining nonstop. “Last time I went fishing with Donald, he dumped my fish into his own bucket the second I turned around. Can you believe that old bastard…”
Sienna listened quietly, chiming in occasionally. “You teased him for coming up empty-handed first, didn’t you?”
“Hey, it’s his own fault that he can’t fish! If he can’t catch anything, all he can do is envy me,” Rupert said with a smile.
Clayton trailed behind them. He was used to feeling like an outsider around them.
Once inside, Rupert went upstairs to change.
Clayton’s parents sat in the living room. Clifford Hale, his father, was reading the paper through his glasses.
Meanwhile, Irene fussed with a tea set, the diamond bracelet on her wrist chiming softly with her movements.
The two were aloof and distant. Their marriage was arranged, so their relationship lacked depth.
To Sienna, Clifford felt like a strict school principal. He was authoritative, quiet, and rarely around.
Irene was more like a homeroom teacher-always lecturing, talkative, hands-on, and always dragging her to social gatherings.
“Mom. Dad,” Sienna greeted them politely, a little intimidated.
Clifford hummed in acknowledgment, while Irene glanced up and said, “You look terrible. Didn’t sleep well last night?”
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Sienna sat down on the opposite couch, answering guiltily, “Not really.”
Clayton shot her a warning look, as if asking, “Are you sure?”
Hadn’t she slept like a rock the night before?
Seeing Clayton’s arrival, Clifford finally put down the paper and began discussing business with him. The father and son slipped easily into work mode, exchanging a bunch of terms Sienna couldn’t understand.
Meanwhile, Irene started gently nagging about art exhibitions, high tea, and other topics. This was a typical scene in the Hale residence.
Then, Irene took a sip of tea and said, “Clay told you, right? Tomorrow is the 80th birthday party for Miles’ grandfather. You two will attend on behalf of the Hales. I’ve already prepared the gift. You just need to bring it.”
Sienna froze. That bastard Clayton hadn’t mentioned this at all!
She had planned to bring up the divorce with Rupert that day. Why would she go to some birthday party? And at Miles’ place, no less. He’d definitely take the chance to make things hard for her.
But the divorce wasn’t finalized yet, and she couldn’t exactly refuse Irene outright. So, she agreed on the surface, then made an excuse and headed toward the kitchen to find something to eat.
Her stomach was growling. One bowl of soup clearly wasn’t enough. She was so hungry she could eat a whole cow.
The kitchen staff were all prepping in the front hall. Sienna walked into the kitchen and scanned the room. Finally, her eyes landed on a bowl of freshly washed strawberries.
She had just popped three strawberries into her mouth when a cool, teasing voice sounded from behind. “Where did this little hamster come from?”
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