Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 332

Sienna stood at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to orient herself.

Suddenly, she spotted the maid from earlier scrambling frantically from the other side of the landing.

She was making a mad dash in blind panic toward a room at the end of the hall.

Sienna trailed right behind her.

The instant Greta tried to slam the bedroom door shut, Sienna stepped up and wedged her foot firmly against the frame.

Before the lock could click into place, she shoved the door open and walked right in.

"M-Madam is sleeping, you can't just barge in here!" Greta tried to block her.

Sienna shoved her aside and walked straight ahead without blinking.

The room was softly lit, the blackout curtains half-drawn.

Celeste Carlyle had clearly just woken up from her afternoon nap, her mind still hazy.

Without properly seeing who had walked in, she threw herself toward the doorway with zero hesitation.

Her voice was sickeningly sweet and clingy. "Jarred, why are you home so early today..."

The sugary tone abruptly cut off.

The warm embrace she expected never materialized. Instead, she was met with an aura of chilling, unapproachable frost.

Celeste froze and snapped her head up.

Her gaze collided with Sienna's cool, emotionless eyes, which carried a hint of naked mockery.

She stumbled backward several times, her steps frantic and messy, nearly tripping over the plush rug.

However, there wasn't a trace of genuine panic in her eyes; if anything, it looked like outright provocation.

"Sorry about that. Force of habit," Celeste said softly.

The maid standing by the door had her jaw practically unhinged the moment she saw Celeste throw herself at Sienna.

She was never this clingy normally. Why did she throw herself at someone today of all days?

Sienna stood rooted to the spot, not shifting her stance by an inch.

She stared down at Celeste, a mocking curve playing on her lips.

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