He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 174

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the bright windows, spilling across the pristine hospital bed.

At the hospital, Grant pushed open the door to the VIP suite.

Sienna lay quietly in bed, draped in a loose hospital gown.

The sunlight illuminated her pale complexion, making it look almost translucent. Her long hair was fanned out across the pillow, highlighting how incredibly gaunt and bloodless her delicate face had become.

Her eyes were closed, her long, curled lashes casting faint shadows over her cheekbones. She looked like a lifeless doll.

If not for the shallow rise and fall of her chest, he would have assumed she was already gone.

Grant paused in the doorway, a heavy knot forming in his chest.

He had stayed up all night anticipating the countless reactions Sienna might have. The only thing he hadn't prepared for was this... absolute stillness.

Like an empty shell completely devoid of life.

He pushed down the strange emotions warring inside him and stepped into the room.

The room was dead silent, save for the rhythmic beeping of the medical monitors.

He casually tossed the bouquet of lilies he had brought onto the bedside table. The soft thud stirred the woman on the bed.

Sienna's lashes fluttered before she slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head toward the noise, offering him a flat, chilling glance.

Then she quickly looked away, as if he were nothing more than an irrelevant stranger.

This utter dismissal frustrated Grant far more than any screaming or crying ever could.

What he hated most was this look—this untouchable demeanor that he could never seem to control.

No matter how hard he pushed, she always managed to dismantle his every attack with this infuriating, detached calmness.

Grant pulled out the chair beside the bed, the legs scraping harshly against the floor.

He sat down, crossing his legs in a deliberately haughty, overbearing posture, before speaking in a cool tone.

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