He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 129

Thinking of it like that, the heavy irritation in Grant's chest dissipated significantly.

He knew it. Sienna had loved him so desperately in the past; there was no way she could just drop her feelings overnight.

Before Grant could even fully bask in his self-delusion, the stage lights flared to life.

The auctioneer stepped to the center of the stage, his voice booming through the speakers and filling the banquet hall.

"Thank you all for attending tonight's charity auction. Up next is our first item of the evening—The Weeping Sapphire. Bidding starts at ten million dollars."

As his voice echoed, a spotlight hit the edge of the stage, where an elegant hostess in a gown stepped out, holding a velvet tray.

On the tray lay a necklace strung with dozens of top-tier sapphires. It refracted a deep, oceanic brilliance under the lights, and the massive center diamond was blindingly radiant.

Lyla's eyes immediately lit up.

She tugged gently at Grant's sleeve, her voice practically dripping with sweetness.

"Grant, that necklace is so beautiful."

Grant was staring at Sienna diagonally across the room. He watched Lucas lean down and whisper intimately in her ear. Sienna glanced up and offered a soft, genuine smile in response.

It was a version of Sienna he had never seen before.

Whenever she smiled at him in the past, her eyes were always heavy with cautious, desperate pleading.

But now, she was smiling at another man with such natural, effortless ease.

Seeing that he wasn't reacting, Lyla pressed even closer, practically leaning her entire body against him. Her tone turned distinctly coquettish. "I really love it. Will you buy it for me?"

Snapping out of his daze, Grant frowned in annoyance. "You want it?"

"Mhm..." Lyla lowered her head, feigning bashfulness. "But is it too expensive? Never mind, I was just saying."

The more she played hard to get, the more Grant saw right through her motives. He shot a look at the necklace on the stage, then glanced back across the room.

Sienna was looking down at the auction catalog in her hands, not sparing him a single glance.

The suffocating knot in Grant's chest swelled. He raised his hand, signaling his assistant to raise the paddle.

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