I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 130

Quickly, the dark eyes slowly calmed down, the unfulfilled desire completely buried back into their depths.

Jorrod's jaw was tight. Without saying a single word, he pulled her collar back into place, stood up, and drew the blanket over her shoulders.

He sat on the edge of the bed in dead silence for several seconds.

Sienna snuck a glance at him. From this angle, she could see his chest rising and falling heavily with his deep breaths.

Having to stop halfway must be incredibly painful for him. She felt awful about it and reached out a finger to poke him.

Before her finger even brushed his shirt, the man stood up and strode out of the room without ever looking back.

This time, Sienna was the one left completely frozen.

He left?

He actually left??

Just because she got her period, he walked out without even a backward glance???

Sienna aggressively rolled over, burying herself completely beneath the blankets.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no sound from the hallway.

She was absolutely certain Jorrod wasn't coming back.

Sienna never considered herself a crier, but tonight, something had struck a nerve. She felt incredibly sensitive. Curled up under the quiet, warm, yet deeply lonely covers, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Unable to hold it in, hot tears silently soaked the pillow.

What a lust-driven jerk.

Aside from *that*, was there really nothing else left for them to talk about?

She suddenly sat up.

Sienna slapped her own cheeks in sheer frustration.

Stop crying! Stop crying! Stop crying!!

You're going to cry away all your good luck!!

Right at that exact moment, the bedroom door pushed open.

She whipped her head toward it.

The tear tracks on her face hadn't even been wiped away, catching the dim yellow light of the bedroom lamp. Jorrod froze in the doorway, snapping out of it a second later, and crossed the room in a few long strides.

He set the bowl he was holding onto the nightstand.

Leaning down, he gently wiped the tears from her face.

"What's wrong? Did the cramps make you cry?" His voice was incredibly soft, the profound tenderness in his tone sounding like sheer mockery to Sienna's ears.

What did he mean, cramps made her cry?

She was crying because she was furious!!

He had just stormed out without a word, and now he was acting like he cared so deeply about her.

Sienna refused to let him see her looking so pathetic and messy. She dodged his hand and aggressively scrubbed at her own tears. "I hate you."

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