I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 11

Jorrod made up his mind completely.

Thinking she was reasonable was his own delusion, and finding her remotely tolerable a moment ago was pure blindness. Talking to this woman was a complete waste of energy, leaving him with nothing but a stomach full of rage.

He pressed his lips together, his jaw tightening into a cold, stern line as he remained dead silent.

Since he wasn't speaking, Sienna didn't bother entertaining him either. She glanced up at the wall clock.

Half an hour had passed. She should be here by now.

Two urgent knocks echoed from the door.

Speak of the devil. Judging by the sheer force of the knocking, Sienna knew it was Elara at the door.

However, Jorrod's reaction was far more intense than she anticipated.

Despite his obvious exhaustion, the sudden noise made him brace his hands against the sofa in high alert. Veins bulged along his forearms as he forced his battered body upward.

"There's someone else in your apartment..."

Before he could finish, Sienna poked him squarely in the shoulder, shoving him back down.

Jorrod furrowed his brow and let out a low groan, collapsing back onto the cushions.

"Besides you playing king of the castle, there's no 'someone else' here. Just lie down and stop moving."

When Elara received Sienna's call, she had just gotten off her shift at the hospital.

She hadn't wasted a second, grabbing her medical kit and rushing straight over.

Now, she stood beside the sofa, carefully examining the strange man.

Satisfied with how Sienna had handled the patient, she offered a thumbs-up. "Good job. You kept him awake."

"Of course," Sienna said proudly.

Just keeping him conscious had been exhausting enough.

Looking at him purely as a patient, she observed him quietly for a moment before snapping on a pair of gloves. She leaned over and reached out to check his pupils.

Her hand was still mid-air when Jorrod, who had been completely still and silent, suddenly moved.

It was pure defensive instinct. He raised his forearm and turned his head, blocking her touch.

Elara understood his guardedness and offered a reassuring tone. "It's alright, Mr. Vaughn. I just need to check your eyes for any abnormalities."

Jorrod was a high-and-mighty CEO, completely accustomed to holding all the power. He was sick of people flattering him, and the senior board members at Vaughn Group had always treated him with the utmost reverence, carefully watching his every mood.

Even his own older relatives and family members.

Since he had reached adulthood, no one had dared use a commanding tone with him.

Let alone initiate this kind of invasive physical contact.

Never in his life had he been gawked at and evaluated like a zoo animal, humiliatingly placed at the mercy of others.