He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 302

Cillian didn't argue.

He truly did want her to stay willingly.

Over the next few days, Cillian's attitude underwent a subtle shift.

Instead of forcefully restricting Sienna's freedom, he began to 'trap' her using entirely different methods.

He would sit quietly reading a book while she painted, neither interrupting nor leaving.

When she was exhausted, he would personally brew her a cup of coffee, remembering the exact ratio of sugar to cream she preferred.

On the nights she couldn't sleep, he would stand beside her by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the city skyline, occasionally murmuring inconsequential things.

This gentle siege was far more difficult to fend off than brute force.

"What are you doing?" Sienna finally couldn't help but ask one evening.

"What do you mean?" Cillian leaned back on the couch, a book in hand.

"Is there any point to you doing this?" Sienna stared straight at him.

"Let's find out." Cillian closed the book. "Maybe you'll realize I'm not as bad as you think."

"Cillian, we are both adults." Sienna's tone was flat. "You know very well that once these six months are up, I am still going to leave."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Cillian stood up and walked over to her. "Maybe in six months, you'll change your mind."

"I won't," Sienna stated firmly.

Cillian smiled and said no more.

But from that day on, his attentive tactics became even more meticulous.

He started taking her to art exhibitions, to the galleries she loved, and even hosted a small, private showing exclusively for her, inviting the industry's top artists to admire her work.

He was using his actions to tell her that as long as she was willing to stay, he could give her everything she ever wanted.

Except her freedom.

But Sienna remained completely clear-headed.

She knew that these seemingly tender gestures were fundamentally just another form of imprisonment.

It was just that the cage was larger and far more gilded.

A month passed.

One morning, Sienna woke up to find the studio door slightly ajar.

She walked out and realized the massive mansion was completely empty.

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