A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo) novel Chapter 4

"Then forget it." Theo's voice was low, cutting through the air with an icy finality.

Adrian instantly closed his mouth. Without another word, he hurried to open the car door, his movements sharp and efficient.

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By the time Benson staggered home, it was already night. He stumbled through the door, clearly drunk, and started yelling the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Where's Sierra? Didn't she come to apologize yet? Tell her to make me my special hangover remedy!"

It wasn't long before the housekeeper emerged from another part of the house.

"Young Mr. Gray, Ms. Shaw isn't here," she said politely.

Benson froze, a frown of disbelief settling on his face. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the messages he'd sent Sierra earlier, instructing her to have his hangover remedy ready. No reply.

Well, well, well. So Sierra dared to ignore him.

His fury simmered beneath the surface, and with a sharp motion, he flung his phone onto the bed, his expression darkening.

The housekeeper, sensing the storm brewing in his mood, spoke cautiously. "Young Mr. Gray, would you like me to prepare the hangover remedy instead?"

"No! Get out!" Benson snapped, his voice sharp and cutting.

Without another word, the housekeeper turned and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

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When Sierra woke up early the next morning, the sharp tang of freshly sprayed disinfectant in the hospital room made her wrinkle her nose in discomfort.

Squinting against the room's brightness, she blinked a few times before noticing a tall figure standing by the window.

For a moment, disorientation swept over her, and a flicker of hope sparked in her chest. Her voice, hoarse from disuse, broke the silence.

"Benson?"

The man by the window froze at the sound of her voice. Slowly, he turned to face her, his expression cold and detached.

With the sunlight streaming in behind him, his features were cast in sharp relief.

The way his eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes only amplified the natural intensity and sharpness he seemed to exude.

As Sierra took in the full view of his face, the faint hope in her eyes vanished in an instant. Her already pale complexion drained further, leaving her ghostly white.

"Uncle Theo? Why is it you?"