He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 152

But before his fingertips could even brush against her, Sienna seemed to sense his movement and naturally angled her body further toward Lucas.

His hand hovered awkwardly in the air, caught between advancing and retreating.

He looked entirely like a rejected joke.

The flickering light from the screen illuminated Grant's increasingly thunderous expression.

Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled his hand back, his knuckles turning pale from how hard he clenched his fist.

Why?

Sienna was still his wife. Legally and in name, she belonged to him.

Yet now, sitting right beside her, she wouldn't even give him the chance to touch her.

Meanwhile, that bastard Lucas could openly lean into her ear, make her smile, and get her to initiate contact.

Right at that moment, Grant clearly saw Sienna reach out and place her hand directly over Lucas's.

"Bang!" Grant slammed his fist onto the armrest and shot up from his seat.

In the darkness, his silhouette looked exceptionally menacing.

"Sienna, step outside for a minute."

His voice was cold and hard, grating painfully against the silence of the theater.

Sienna slowly looked up at him.

Her gaze was as placid as a deep pool, utterly undisturbed.

"Can I help you, Mr. Gauthier?"

She didn't even make a move to stand up.

Thank God they had booked out the entire theater; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure this level of public embarrassment.

Grant's temples throbbed violently at her completely indifferent demeanor.

He opened his mouth, only to realize he couldn't find a single justifiable reason to demand she come outside.

He couldn't exactly admit that he was sick of seeing her get intimate with another man, or that he hated seeing her smile at someone else.

Grant's face cycled through shades of green and white.

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