He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 163

Grant looked down at the pitifully weeping Lyla in his arms, then back at Sienna's cold, unyielding face, feeling a massive headache coming on.

He took a deep breath, forcing down the raging fire in his chest.

"Fine. You can have the master suite."

"See? Was that so hard?"

Suppressing his fury, Grant turned to Helen. "Go help Ms. Sawyer unpack her things later."

"Right away, sir."

Having settled the immediate crisis, he turned to Lyla. "I have some business to attend to. I need to head to the office. Get some rest."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out without looking back.

It was as if staying a second longer in that house would suffocate him.

In the living room, only Sienna and Lyla remained.

Lyla's fragile demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a look of naked arrogance and provocation.

"Did you see that, Sienna?"

"So what if you're squatting in Grant's bedroom? The one he truly loves is me, and the one carrying his child is me."

"Right now, you're just a dog on a leash to me."

Sienna stared at her, utterly expressionless.

"Are you done?"

Lyla faltered for a second.

"If you're done, it's my turn."

A slow, chilling smile spread across Sienna's lips.

She took a sudden step forward.

Startled, Lyla instinctively stumbled back.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing at all." Sienna's smile deepened. "Just wanted to give you a little friendly reminder."

She lowered her voice, layering it with a bone-deep, terrifying coldness.

"Pregnant women, especially in their first trimester, are in a very precarious state."

"You need to be careful when you walk. And even more careful on the stairs."

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