He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 118

Just as he was about to give in to disappointment, the door opened once more.

It had to be her this time.

A flicker of smug satisfaction flared in Grant's chest.

He knew it. He knew Sienna would come running the moment Eleanor was involved.

In that split second, he reveled in the secret thrill of finally having a weapon to control her with.

However, the moment he registered the person walking in, the light in Grant's eyes instantly died.

Lyla walked over holding an elegant thermos, her eyes perfectly rimmed with red and a flawless mask of concern painted on her face.

"Grant, I brought you some food. You've been waiting all night, you must be starving."

"I'm not hungry," Grant replied, a layer of bitter frost coating his words that even he didn't notice.

Lyla stiffened awkwardly for a few seconds before pretending nothing had happened, gently setting the thermos on the table.

For the next several minutes, she kept trying to spark up a conversation, but Grant refused to spare her a single glance.

No matter what she said, he brushed her off with short, dismissive answers. Eventually, losing his patience completely, he ignored her entirely and kept his head down, staring obsessively at his phone.

"Grant, are you waiting for someone?" she asked tentatively.

Grant snapped back to reality, his brows knitting together in intense irritation. "None of your business."

But the harsher he acted, the deeper the thorn twisted in Lyla's heart. She had known Grant for years and had never seen him this restless.

Waiting for his grandmother to wake up was one thing, but practically burning a hole through his phone screen meant he was waiting for someone else.

It had to be Sienna.

She knew that despite Grant viciously insulting Sienna at every turn, he had never truly let that woman go.

Lyla lowered her eyes, her nails digging harshly into her palms as she maintained her pitiful, innocent facade.

"Grant, don't wait for her. Sienna... she probably won't come." She spoke timidly, layering her voice with fake grievance. "Because of her, the Gauthier family is in ruins, and Eleanor only got hurt because of her..."

Before she could even finish, Grant whipped his head around, his gaze as lethal as ice.

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