Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 138

Eleanor's health had mostly recovered. No longer bound to a wheelchair, she sat primly on the sofa with her cane, her expression stern.

To her right sat Helena in her wheelchair. Though her leg injury hadn't fully healed, she eagerly rubbed Eleanor's knee to project the image of a devoted, dutiful daughter-in-law.

At the servant's words, both women snapped their heads toward the entryway.

Jarred strode in, looking tall and imposing in a sharp black suit, his face completely devoid of warmth.

He radiated an intimidating, unapproachable hostility, looking nothing like his usual playboy self.

Eleanor spoke first, her brows furrowed tightly. "Jarred, what happened with the divorce?"

Jarred gave them a passing glance, his thin lips parting slightly. "There was a complication. Sienna and I are putting the divorce on hold for now."

"What?"

Both Eleanor and Helena froze, sheer disbelief written across their faces.

Eleanor slammed her cane against the floor. "What complication could possibly be more important than you divorcing Sienna? You know perfectly well how cursed that woman is for our family!"

Helena looked equally livid.

"Jarred, you're being utterly foolish! The agreement expired. Why on earth are you dragging this out? Explain yourself!"

Jarred sat down on the sofa, his face completely expressionless.

No matter how much they prodded, he refused to give an answer.

His tone only grew more glacial. "Stay out of it. I only came back to tell you not to bother her."

"Stay out of it?" Helena turned pale with rage, utterly unwilling to accept this reasoning.

"Tell me, did that little tramp put you up to this? She's clinging to you, isn't she? I knew she was up to no good!"

Jarred looked up sharply. An icy, bone-chilling glare swept across the room as a terrifying, lethal aura instantly surrounded him.

There was no way the manor hadn't caught wind of the fact that she and Jarred hadn't gone through with the divorce.

Eleanor had always treated their marriage like a thorn in her side, wishing they would sign the papers in the morning and go their separate ways by the afternoon.

Knowing Eleanor's ruthless efficiency, if nothing had happened in the morning, she should have stormed into the hospital by yesterday afternoon.

But it had been eerily quiet.

Had Jarred warned them off?

Sienna lightly massaged her temples, the anxiety creeping up her spine like twisting vines.

She knew Jarred too well. He never made pointless concessions, and he certainly never protected her without a reason.

Pregnant or not, if he didn't want to let her go, he had a hundred different ways to keep her trapped.