Chapter 132
Sienna's pov
Before I went to prison, I should have left it in the drawer. Did Harrison take it?
That wedding ring was mine to begin with.
I would ask him when he got back.
I was about to head to my bedroom when I heard heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway. I froze, completely forgetting to move.
Harrison was back!
My body felt frozen in place, as if glued, unable to move.
I watched the bedroom door swing open, and surprisingly, I wasn’t as nervous as I expected to be.
It was my idea to have Harrison come home and stay with me. Now that he’s back, I ought to feel happy.
“What are you doing in my room? Why aren’t you asleep?” Harrison asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. “Or… were you waiting for me?”
"Not really. I just have something to ask you." I waved my right hand. "Where's my wedding ring? I couldn't find it in my room."
Harrison ’s eyes flickered with a brief sparkle of joy, quickly giving way to a deeper seriousness. “Why are you suddenly thinking about the wedding ring?”
He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the drawer under the desk, retrieving a small black ring box. “Here it is.” I didn’t hesitate. “Someone sent me a photo. A woman was wearing a man’s wedding ring—the same style as yours.”
The ring rested quietly in the jewelry box, its surface gleaming brightly.
I hadn’t worn it much before, only taking it out occasionally to admire it. Harrison took the ring and carefully slid it onto my ring finger.
"Our wedding ring, I wouldn't give it to anyone else."
This time, I didn't question him.
I chose to place more trust in him.
I picked up the ring from the nightstand and carefully slid it onto his finger.
Harrison held my hand firmly but didn’t draw me into his arms.
We simply held hands, quietly.
"Martha said you wouldn't be home tonight."
I didn’t pull away, my gaze falling on our intertwined, ringed fingers.
It felt as if we had always been meant to be this way. “I hadn’t planned to come back, but I realized I should spend more time with you.”
Harrison ’s deep, husky voice drifted from above. A palpable current of desire hung in the air.
I should leave—otherwise, what came next was all too obvious. I tried to withdraw my hand once more.
"Who sent you the photo? What did it look like? Why didn't you show me?"
Harrison turned his hand, his long fingers intertwining with mine."You didn't interrogate me thoroughly this time. That's not like you."
Why was he still pressing me for answers?
I found it strangely amusing. “There’s nothing to ask. I just need to trust you, don’t I?”
I realized that saying “trust” was easier than I had expected, and not nearly as heavy as I had imagined.
But to say my trust in him was strong… well, probably not by much.
“The photo was sent by Kaia. She called me and gave me your room number, so I could see you two… being close this afternoon.”
My voice stayed calm, even surprising me. Before Harrison could explain, I continued, “I didn’t misunderstand. You have your reasons—I understand.”
I said I understood, but my wrist ached as I struggled to pull away.
The next second, I was on the bed.
My wrists were pinned perfectly—I couldn’t break free, yet it didn’t hurt.
“Stop running away.” Harrison ’s breathing grew deeper, hotter
I could see his perfect jawline.
His Adam’s apple bobbed with each breath, the skin over his collarbone tightening and relaxing, radiating raw male tension. The only flaw… a mark on his left collarbone.
A scratch, and a bruise of unknown origin. I knew exactly how marks like these could appear.
“I’m not running.” I kept my gaze on his neck, my voice deepening. “Besides, even if I did, you’d catch me, wouldn’t you?” That’s what he always did.
“By the way, I’m curious—how far did you let Kaia go with you?”
My wrists were still pinned by Harrison , leaving me unable to reach the mark. “Did she kiss you? Hug you? Leave marks on you that aren’t mine?”
I didn’t want to compete with other women over a man. What was rightfully mine shouldn’t require me to fight for it.
What had been tainted by other women, I didn’t want. Harrison leaned closer, about to kiss me. I quickly raised my knee between us.
"Answer me first."
He had dodged my questions more than once.
Harrison wasn’t one to dodge questions, so what was he doing now? Even if it was just an act, did he really have to do that?
"She would, but I didn't allow it."
All my resistance was nothing to Harrison .
He effortlessly lifted my wrists above my head, securing them with one large hand while pressing my knee down with the other.
I couldn't stop his kiss.
Reluctant yet receptive, words unspoken, only the instincts of our bodies drew us closer. We shifted positions repeatedly, and I pressed my face into his neck, panting.
Harrison ’s neck flushed red, veins and muscles tightening and relaxing. I carefully avoided the veins, sinking my teeth into a spot his collar couldn’t hide.
Harrison laughed happily. "I'm glad you still can't help but love me."
In that moment, it felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen.
He wasn’t acting arrogantly anymore, and he no longer said those humiliating things, assuming I couldn’t walk away. Yet his words still stung.
"I don't love you."
As if taking a small revenge, I released my bite, speaking clearly. “I don’t love you now. Are you still happy?” I had ruined what was meant to be a pleasurable moment
My chin was gripped firmly, compelling me to meet Harrison ’s gaze. There was no trace of a smile in his eyes.
"Liar."
When I woke up, neither of us mentioned the unpleasantness during sex, instead focusing on our own tasks.
But the difference was, Harrison wore our wedding ring.
He made me wear mine too.
"At least, on Grandpa's birthday, don't take it off."
After giving Martha a few instructions, Harrison left. I sank onto the couch, a sharp ache gnawing at my waist. Martha let out a deep sigh.“Mrs. Blackwood, did you and Mr. Blackwood have another argument last night?” I frowned. “I don’t think it was an argument. I thought it was fine.”
But he did go too far in the end, pushing me to my limit.
"Mr. Blackwood seemed in a good mood when he came back last night, but just now..."
Martha didn't finish, but I understood her meaning.
“He’s always like that,” I said casually. “Maybe I said something he didn’t like last night? But look—he just put the ring on me himself.”We didn't have an argument, don't worry."
I almost believed it myself.
Martha looked skeptical but headed to the kitchen. I figured I needed a nap. Before I could even stand, Zach came downstairs, yawning.
"Sienna , you guys were really loud last night."