He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 162

The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of Gauthier Manor.

As Grant led Sienna inside, they ran straight into Lyla, who was slowly making her way down the stairs, clinging to the railing.

She wore a snow-white nightgown. Her complexion was pale, her expression frail, and one hand rested protectively over her lower abdomen.

She looked at Sienna, her eyes brimming with just the right amount of timidity and unease, her voice as thin as a whisper.

"Sienna... I'm so glad you're here."

Her tone was sickeningly sweet, though a fleeting glint of triumph flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Come, sit down. It's tiring to stand."

"We are both pregnant now. Even though the child you are carrying isn't Grant's, you still need to take good care of your body."

Grant released Sienna's wrist, leaving behind a stark ring of angry red marks.

At Lyla's words, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his face quickly returned to a mask of indifference.

"From now on, you will stay here and be responsible for Lyla's daily needs."

He delivered it as an order, leaving no room for negotiation.

Sienna said nothing, only offering him an icy stare.

Being on the receiving end of that gaze sent a wave of irritation through Grant.

He looked away and turned to the maid, Helen, who was standing to the side. "Prepare the guest room for Ms. Sawyer."

Helen nodded nervously and murmured a quick, "Yes, sir."

Ever since Susan had been hauled away—and Grant had let the matter drop to protect the family's interests—Helen couldn't help but feel a lingering dread toward this aloof, unreadable Ms. Sawyer.

"That won't be necessary."

Sienna suddenly spoke up.

Her gaze swept across the lavishly decorated foyer before finally settling on the master suite on the second floor.

"I'll take the master suite."

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