A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo) novel Chapter 220

Theo's gaze darkened slightly as he looked at Sierra. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. He just talked for a bit and left," she explained, shaking her head lightly.

"Where's Lyonel?" Theo's sharp eyes swept across the room, noticing the absence of her bodyguard. His brows knitted slightly, his expression unreadable but laced with discontent.

"Lyonel went out to buy groceries for me. He's not back yet," Sierra quickly clarified, worried Theo might blame him. "He's very responsible—it was just bad timing. Don't be mad at him."

He nodded but stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the space.

Madison, ever observant, caught sight of the bouquet behind his back and her eyes sparkled. "Mr. Gray, is that a bouquet? Did you buy flowers?"

Only then did Theo take the flowers from behind him. The tall, elegant tulips nestled between vibrant green leaves, their petals blooming beautifully.

Sierra's eyes flickered with surprise, and before she could say anything, his deep, steady voice sounded, "I passed by a flower shop and thought these suited you. Do you like them?"

A soft pink dusted her cheeks as she nodded. "Thank you, Uncle Theo. I love them."

Madison let out a knowing chuckle. "Passed by, huh? More like you went there on purpose to pick out the perfect bouquet for Cee. Mr. Gray, you're more romantic than I expected."

Sierra grew even more flustered, quickly changing the topic. "Uncle Theo, did you just get off work? Was it a busy day?"

She noticed his usual business attire, making him look sharp as ever. He had clearly come straight from the office.

Theo nodded, placing the flowers gently on the table before turning his gaze back to her. "How are you feeling today? Is your shoulder still hurting?"

"It's much better now. Nothing to worry about," she reassured him, lifting her arm slightly to demonstrate before walking toward the water dispenser to get him a drink.

Just as she reached for the cup, Theo walked over and took it from her hand.

"I'll do it."

His low, deep voice carried a hint of command as he took the glass, but he didn't let go of her hand. His warm palm wrapped around her cooler one, his grip gentle yet firm.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

His sharp eyes bore into hers, his voice laced with concern.