Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 574

The grip wasn't punishing, but the warmth of those fingers bled right through the sleeve of her coat, carrying an overbearing dominance that Sienna knew all too well.

She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Sienna halted, keeping her back to him.

"Sienna."

Jarred's voice drifted from behind her, the final syllable lifting into a lazy, teasing drawl. "You did that on purpose back there, didn't you?"

Sienna tilted her head slightly, the warm glow of the streetlamp tracing the sharp contour of her profile.

Jarred leaned casually against the light pole. His sharply tailored dark suit accentuated his towering physique, still carrying the lingering tension from his face-off with Helena.

Yet his usually rigid, icy features were now brushed with a careless smirk.

His predatory eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, completely devoid of the lethal edge he had just aimed at his mother.

His thumb lazily stroked the bone of her wrist. His tone was loose, showing zero anger.

Instead, he sounded like he was joking about some harmless prank. "I heard exactly what you were doing in there.

You clearly stood by and watched the train wreck happen. You only came tonight to enjoy the show.

Are you really that ruthless? Watching my mother lose billions in jewelry without showing a shred of mercy?"

Sienna finally turned to look him in the eye.

The streetlamp behind him cast his sharp features in stark contrast.

If it weren't for that ghost of a smile playing on his lips, Sienna would have thought she'd misheard him.

The man actually hadn't torn into her with a furious lecture.

She stared at him for two seconds before her lips curled into a cold, faint smile. "Get your facts straight, Jarred.

If it weren't for the fact that I want to destroy Celeste, I wouldn't bat an eye if the entire Sterling family went bankrupt, let alone your mother."

Rather than getting angry, Jarred let out a low, deep chuckle.

The sound vibrated from his chest—a sound laced with profound helplessness and an undeniable, infuriating indulgence.

He ignored her sharp words, leaning in slightly, his dark gaze locked on her face.

"Got that anger out of your system? Feel better now?"

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