Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 225

The moment their eyes met, Sienna's dark gaze shifted abruptly.

The man stood tall and effortlessly imposing, dressed in a sharply tailored black trench coat. His striking features naturally exuded the arrogant elegance of a wealthy playboy.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and a dangerous, icy aura rolled off him in waves.

It was Jarred.

Luna muttered a curse. "Why the hell is this trash bag here? I specifically called Nolan."

Sienna didn't answer. Her eyes remained on Jarred's face, showing zero surprise.

Jarred was the captain of the city's special police force. He was exceptionally capable, ruthless, and highly respected throughout the entire law enforcement system.

On top of that, daily logs of the precinct's activities were routinely posted in their internal work chats.

Given that today's incident involved Celeste and his closest friends, the commotion was massive. It would have been a miracle if he *hadn't* found out.

After barely a second, Sienna looked away.

Her expression immediately reverted to its usual frosty indifference, tinged with a flicker of genuine revulsion.

Jarred perfectly caught the unhidden annoyance and distance in her eyes. The fingers resting by his sides curled inward tightly.

To everyone else, he looked cold and aloof. No one could see the intense panic surging in his chest.

Without changing his expression, he subtly swept his gaze over Sienna from head to toe.

Only when he confirmed her clothes were intact, her demeanor normal, and that she didn't carry a single scratch or sign of mistreatment...

did his suspended heart finally drop back into his chest.

"Captain Sterling."

The duty officer walked over, his tone deeply respectful. "The paperwork has been verified. Once you sign here, you can take them home."

Jarred gave a curt nod. His lips remained pressed into a hard line, and he didn't utter a single syllable.

Sienna took the phone, scanning the message with flat eyes.

It was classic Jarred—dictatorial to the bone, never once caring about anyone else's wishes.

Stepping out of the precinct doors, the night breeze hit their faces.

Jarred's towering silhouette stood right on the boundary between the light and shadows.

His aura was heavy and suffocating, radiating an intimidating distance that kept strangers at bay.

Yet here he was, standing completely still, waiting only for her.

Seeing them walk out, he took a step forward, instinctively reaching out to take Sienna's bag.

Luna darted in front of Sienna like a protective mother hen, shielding her while shooting Jarred a lethal glare.

"Captain Sterling, let me get one thing straight..."