Chapter 261 Being Neglected

Chapter 261 Being Neglected

Sienna waited nervously until evening, finally hearing the sound of entering the password at the door.

Nervously, Sienna looked herself up and down, and as soon as the door opened, she immediately bowed deeply towards the doorway and exclaimed loudly, "Mr. Johnson, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

She didn't dare to stand up straight first, and had no idea what expression was on Sam's face. It felt like an eternity had passed, but then a soft female voice sounded, "What's going on here?"

Sienna hesitated, looked up, and saw a man and a woman standing at the door. The man was naturally Sam, with a not particularly pleasant expression. Sienna had never seen the woman before, but she had a good temperament and elegant demeanor. The faint traces of time at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows did not diminish her beauty in the slightest.

Sienna's heart suddenly ached.

"Mr. Johnson..." Sienna stammered, forgetting the prepared script for admitting her mistake.

"She's just a housekeeper," Sam said casually, "Come in."

Sienna stood foolishly in place, feeling Sam's gaze pass over her like an insignificant speck of dust as they brushed past each other.

"Your home style is truly consistent over the years," the woman sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "The only change is a younger housekeeper."

Sam replied indifferently, "There are more changes that you can't see."

She seemed to hear something amusing, giggling with her hand over her mouth. However, this slightly affected posture did not seem annoying when she did it, but rather naturally playful, making people involuntarily want to get closer.

"Your housekeeper is so negligent, not even pouring water for guests," she scolded.

Upon hearing this, Sienna wanted to get paper cups, but Sam stopped her, saying, "She's not responsible for hospitality, only for my daily needs."

The woman's expression changed slightly at this point. She discreetly looked Sienna up and down, smiling, "No wonder, looking at her hands, she doesn't seem like someone who does heavy work. Sam, you really dote on her."

Sam held a high position in the company, wielding great power. Even those older than him respectfully called him Mr. Johnson, and outsiders dared not address him informally. It was the first time Sienna had heard someone call him by his name directly, and so affectionately.

She stole a glance at Sam, who remained impassive, showing no signs of displeasure. Evidently, they had always addressed each other this way.

"I heard you say you wanted to apologize to Sam? What happened, did you make him angry?" The woman, for some reason, became interested in Sienna, and the conversation always revolved around her.

Sienna sought help with a glance at Sam, who showed no emotion on his face.

"I accidentally broke two plates," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I see," the woman turned to Sam with a smile, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As long as no one is hurt, it's fine. Don't be mad at her, I'll send you a new set later."

Sienna instantly felt that the woman was very good at socializing!

Clearly, it was an unrelated matter, but she managed to subtly involve herself and speak up for Sienna, showcasing her kindness and generosity, and most importantly, not only demonstrating her goodwill but also legitimately giving gifts!

"Of course," Sam lightly smirked. "But she's clumsy, she might break them again."

The woman's smile froze for a moment, "Sam, which company recommended this kind of housekeeper to you? If you have no one else, I can lend you mine."

"No need, she has her advantages."

The ambiguous statement, coupled with Sam's unique magnetic voice, made it hard not to speculate. Sienna's face inexplicably flushed, thankfully standing far enough away that no one noticed.

Later, Sam and the woman discussed some work-related matters. She seemed to want to steer the conversation in a certain direction, but Sam always managed to steer it back with a few words. 

And with a third party—Sienna—present, the woman couldn't push too hard. After discussing work, they could only chat sparsely about trivial matters. When that didn't work, she had to stand up and ask Sam to see her off.

Sam naturally agreed.

She was somewhat unwilling, hinting several times that she wanted to talk to him alone, but Sam pretended not to understand and glossed over it.

"Fine." She picked up her crocodile skin handbag, with a slightly resentful smile. "You're getting more and more cunning."

"It's all thanks to your good teaching," Sam replied calmly.

"Don't go out and say that I brought you to this position single-handedly. You're now more capable than me. I can't even handle my former subordinates, wouldn't that be embarrassing?" she half-jokingly and half-seriously said.

The two left together, leaving Sienna behind in the room. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long before Sam returned.

As soon as he entered the house, he took off his coat to hang it up. Sienna hurriedly took it and hung it up for him, acting like a fawning servant.

Not only that, she had already poured warm water and prepared a hot towel for him to wipe his hands.

"When did you come?"

"This morning."

"You should go back, I don't need anyone here. You'll just cause trouble if you stay."

"But didn't you say I should come here to work off my debt?"

"You mean that watch?" Sam smiled faintly, "I lied to you, I found it a long time ago. So you don't owe me any money, let alone have to work for me."

Sienna's eyes widened in shock, looking adorably confused.

"Besides, as you can see, there's nothing for you to do here." He loosened his collar, his gaze falling on the hot towel and warm water, "This little task is just better than nothing, pouring water for ten years wouldn't even cover the cost of the plates you broke today."

She was speechless.

From start to finish, Sam didn't say anything harsh, and even his demeanor seemed indifferent, yet he effortlessly made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

His attitude was not even half as warm as when that woman was present.

With no one to hinder them, Sam's impatience and indifference towards Sienna no longer needed to be concealed.

"Mr. Johnson, I know I was wrong," Sienna was on the verge of tears. She had never felt so painful being ignored by someone. But being so clumsy with words, she could only repeat over and over, begging for his forgiveness.

"Fine," Sam's tone unexpectedly carried a hint of a wry smile. "I forgive you, now leave."

It was as if Sienna had accidentally bumped into his shoulder on the street, the kind of distance and politeness reserved for strangers that she had never experienced before.

Sam no longer wanted to see her.

This thought flashed through her mind, and Sienna was in a panic, unable to overcome the fear of not being able to get close to Sam anymore. 

She hadn't expected things to be so serious before coming, and what she hadn't expected was that the thought of being loathed by Sam made her heartache so much that she almost fainted.

Sam was like a part of her body, and once she got used to him, she couldn't feel his presence. But once she had to remove him, it was as painful as a dagger to the heart.

Was it karma?