Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 420

Sienna Sloan finished the arduous two-hour treatment and put away her medical instruments.

She walked slowly out of the elderly patriarch's bedroom and headed down the stairs.

Just as she rounded the corner of the staircase, a flamboyant figure unexpectedly caught her eye.

Daisy Bridges was wearing a pale ivory silk slip nightgown.

The hem was adorned with subtle pearl patterns, loosely draping over her petite frame.

Wearing soft slippers, she paced leisurely along the second-floor corridor, an area that belonged exclusively to Sienna.

Her back was straight, her posture arrogant, and her eyes darted around in assessment.

Every movement was a blatant declaration of ownership, radiating a deliberate, brazen attitude.

Sienna's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

Her brows furrowed the moment her gaze landed on that nightgown.

It was a limited-edition haute couture silk piece from last year, exquisitely soft and incredibly expensive—originally custom-made specifically for her.

Because she rarely stayed at Sterling Manor, she kept her clothes sealed away in her private walk-in closet, untouched for ages.

For a split second, she couldn't immediately place where she had seen it.

But a strong, inexplicable sense of familiarity and violation welled up inside her.

Before Sienna could fully process it, the situation shifted.

Daisy, who had been strolling so leisurely, suddenly spotted the owner and switched her demeanor in the blink of an eye.

The arrogant triumph in her eyes vanished, instantly replaced by a teary, aggrieved gleam.

She hurried over to Sienna, her voice trembling softly as she put on a mask of pure terror.

"Ms. Sloan, I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad."

Daisy nervously clutched the hem of the nightgown, her eyes rimmed with red, her tone dripping with apparent remorse.

"I just arrived at the manor and didn't bring any luggage, so I don't have a change of clothes right now.

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