Chapter 11 Keep him well
SIENNA
“I came for my belongings. You don’t think I will give them to your beloved, do you?” I answered and began to walk toward the bedroom.
I heard his snort behind me, followed by his footsteps, and he snatched my arm aggressively. “Where do you think you’re going? When you left yesterday, I thought you didn’t have any intention of coming back,” he fired, his eyes radiating an emotion I couldn’t name, but it definitely wasn’t anger.
“You got that right. I have no intention of coming back, which is the reason I came for my belongings,” I retorted.
He scoffed, his lips curling upward in a sinister manner. “Lies. Liar. You came here to see if I would beg you to come back, right?” He put his hands in his pockets, arms akimbo, and his tongue swiped over his lips. Gosh! That manner of arrogance stank so badly. I wished I could teach him a lesson.
I chuckled slightly. “Come back? Even if I were offered all the best things in the world, I still wouldn’t come back to you,” I asserted, my voice breaking. I hated that my emotions were surging because of the brief encounter between us. After everything he did, I should have grown to hate him already.
His brows creased and his eyes widened. The reaction lasted only a second before he masked it with mockery. “Of course. That’s the only way to keep your pride. But guess what?” He closed the gap between us. When his scent wafted into my nose, my breath hitched, and I shifted my face backward. I hated this. My body kept betraying me… be it Ethan or Lucian. “You have no pride left, Sienna. I’ve trampled on everything,” he completed.
That was the only thing I needed to knock some sense into my head, and I couldn’t thank him less for that. My stomach churned with disgust—the kind that blocked every emotion I’d ever had for him. I tilted my head slightly and looked into his eyes. Emotions swirled within them. They weren’t hatred or frustration. They were something different—something I was afraid I’d be wrong about if I dared to name it. Longing and expectation. But I knew they weren’t for me; they were for the little witch behind him. Irritated, I hissed and brushed past him. It was of no use exchanging words with him. It was glaring that he was just trying to taunt me, and I wouldn’t allow him to get a reaction from me today.
“Wait there. I’m still talking to you.” His voice followed me as I walked toward the bedroom.
“Ethan! Wait! Do you want to follow her inside?” Bianca’s voice followed, but I was already inside the bedroom and didn’t hear his response. Well, it wasn’t any of my business. Immediately, I moved to the wardrobe and packed my clothes into the big box I took from the corner of the room.
Just as I finished packing the necessary items, he dashed in, his breath unstable and erratic, as though he’d just argued with someone outside. It seemed the question Bianca asked earlier had turned into a heated argument.
“Let me see the things you packed,” he mumbled, rushing over and jerking the box open.
I didn’t say a word. I stepped aside and watched him as he checked everything I’d packed. Now, I wanted to see what excuse he would use to taunt me, since I intentionally didn’t take any of the things he’d bought for me. He turned the box inside out, searching for what was definitely not missing from him, but found nothing.
“This perfume,” he said, and brought out one of my perfumes. It was the one I treasured among all my collections, and he knew that. “I got this for you. Why are you leaving with it? Have you learned to steal after staying apart from me for a few hours?” He turned his scowl on me. I just stared like a fool. His scowl changed into a mocking, victorious grin. “Did you suddenly realize that you cannot live without me? You stayed with me to leech off me. Your situation is so much worse without me that you even stole the perfume I bought for you.”
I cackled at the second statement. Did he just say I leeched off him? Had he suddenly forgotten that I was the one who nurtured him with everything I had? I even made sacrifices with my own job and career, yet he could proudly claim that I was a leech.
My lips parted, ready to strike back at him, but I held myself and shut them. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t grant him the audience he desperately wanted. I strolled back to the wardrobe, opened it, and brought out the same perfume. “This is the perfume you bought for me.” I walked to my luggage, flung the perfume onto the bed, and snatched my perfume from him. “Fortunately, I already bought one for myself before you gifted me this. I had plans to use it when I finished this bottle, but I guess the universe isn’t as callous as you.” I brushed past him and began to repack my box. I should curse him for doubling my work for no reason.
He didn’t say anything anymore. He just stared in shock and left the room a few seconds later. As soon as he left, I let out a deep breath. I hoped whatever was helping me cage my emotions wouldn’t let me down before I left.
Once I was done packing, I sauntered out of the room. As soon as I got to the parlor, I found Ethan and Bianca kissing and smooching on the couch. I wouldn’t lie, my steps halted for a few seconds, and a lump clogged my throat. They were almost naked, and moans escaped Bianca’s lips. I didn’t need to be told; I knew they were doing it to spite me. And I had to give them credit—they really did spite me. But would I break down? Hell no. They’d gotten the first and last reaction they would ever get from me that night.
Ignoring the sight, I walked past them and continued toward the door. I didn’t trust myself; I could really flare up if I waited another second.
Just as I got outside, I heard Bianca’s voice.
“Sienna.”
Gosh! Why now? Why did she have to spoil my good mood?