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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 298

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The steak was cooked to perfection, its edges slightly charred and fragrant.

The side dishes were meticulously plated, looking like they came straight out of a Michelin-starred kitchen.

She didn't move.

"I'm not pathetic enough to drug your food."

Seemingly reading her mind, Cillian picked up a piece of bread with his long fingers and took a bite right in front of her.

"If I actually wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't need to resort to such cheap tricks."

His tone was indifferent, yet laced with an undeniable, arrogant confidence.

Sienna stared at him for a few seconds.

Eventually, she reached out and took a piece of bread.

She was genuinely hungry.

She hadn't had a drop of water since the afternoon.

If she wanted to keep her head clear and maintain her strength, she had to eat.

They finished the meal in total silence.

The only sound was the faint clinking of silverware against porcelain.

Cillian cleared the tray and stood up, walking toward the door.

Before leaving, he dropped one last sentence: "Get some rest. Tomorrow, I'm going to show you the true face of this city."

The moment the door shut, Sienna heard the crisp click of the electronic lock engaging.

She set her water glass down and walked over to the window.

The city glowed brilliantly in the dark.

Millions of lights spread across the night sky like a dazzling river of stars.

But right now, the sight only felt blinding and suffocating.

She pulled out her phone.

The screen lit up—full signal.

But she knew Cillian was definitely monitoring all communications.

She opened her contacts, her eyes landing on Lucas's number.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a moment.

Ultimately, she pressed call.

It connected almost instantly.

"Sienna! Where are you?"

Lucas's voice was frantic, his words laced with heavy pants as if he had just been sprinting.

"I'm safe."

Sienna kept her voice low, her eyes flicking toward the locked door.

"Don't worry about me."

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