Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 373

Warm yellow string lights cascaded along the railing, their soft glow flickering gently.

Every corner of the steps was adorned with exquisite floral arrangements. A soft evening breeze drifted in through the terrace, carrying a delicate floral scent.

It was as flawless as a meticulously designed movie set, with every detail screaming careful planning.

Sienna walked slowly up the flower-lined steps.

Her gaze pierced through the hazy, warm light and landed on a dining table set in the second-floor open-air garden.

A premium velvet tablecloth draped over the long table, where elegant candle holders stood, casting flickering shadows.

A tall, slender figure in black sat alone at the table.

The man sat perfectly straight, his broad shoulders and narrow waist exuding an air of sharp nobility.

Because a potted plant obscured her view, Sienna couldn't clearly see his face.

She could only vaguely make out his perfectly tailored handmade black suit, his tie knotted immaculately at his collar.

His dark hair was styled cleanly, and he radiated the refined, aristocratic aura of a true gentleman.

Just a quiet silhouette was enough to pull at someone's heartstrings.

Sienna's heart skipped a beat.

After all this time, that familiar, uncontrollable flutter surged up out of nowhere.

She was never short of suitors—men of all types had pursued her.

But rarely did anyone hit every single mark so perfectly.

It inevitably reminded her of someone.

Sienna paused for a moment before slowly walking forward.

The moment the distance closed, the man turned his head at the sound of her footsteps.

His deep, chiseled features came into view. His eyes were warm, his gaze gentle and light.

It was the refined, gentlemanly demeanor she knew all too well—one that belonged exclusively to Jarred Sterling.

As their eyes met, a trace of extreme softness flickered in his gaze.

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