He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 276

Facing Lucas's eyes, which seemed able to see through everything, Sienna chose not to hide or dodge.

She knew Lucas's worries weren't unfounded, and Cillian's obsession and madness couldn't be explained away in just a few words.

She calmly shifted her gaze away from the gruesome finger bone, looked at Lucas, and spoke in a neutral tone.

"Because of what happened with my adoptive parents, I accidentally offended Cillian. Later, when he wanted to make things difficult for me, I made a half-month pact with him."

"Once the time was up, I was at his mercy."

Those words, "at his mercy," sounded light but carried a chilling danger.

Lucas's heart contracted violently, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

He could almost imagine the absolute despair and desperation she must have felt three years ago, backed into a corner, to agree to such terms.

"But he was out of luck," Sienna said, a faint, mocking curve touching her lips. "Before the agreed time arrived, I 'died.' So the pact naturally became void."

She finished and looked up at Lucas, wanting to reassure him.

"Right now, he probably just sees that I look like my old self and wants to find a substitute to vent his anger on."

"After all, even Grant didn't realize I was Sienna, did he?"

However, Lucas didn't relax in the slightest at her words.

He stepped forward, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, squeezing hard enough to pull her straight into his bones. His voice was slightly hoarse, filled with lingering fear and heartache.

"From now on, I will never let anyone threaten you like this again."

His promise was rock solid.

Those deep eyes swirled with intense emotions that Sienna had never seen before.

That night, the "bone gift" incident inevitably alarmed Arthur Sullivan.

Furious, he immediately tripled the security detail, turning the Sullivan villa into an impenetrable fortress.

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