I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 164

The soft, melodic ringtone violently clashed with the heavy, seductive tension suffocating the room.

But it was loud enough to command attention.

Sienna hadn't caught Jorrod's last words, but she felt him hesitate at the interruption.

Taking advantage of his distraction, the crushing pressure relented just enough for her to blindly reach for the phone.

As she shifted, her smooth back brushed against his solid, burning chest like skin grazing a branding iron.

The call was from Silas Lester.

"You have a call..."

She considered Silas an ally, or at the very least, one of Jorrod's people.

She tapped to answer, intending to slip away the moment Jorrod took the phone.

Silas's voice filtered through the speaker.

"Jorrod, did you see the stuff I sent you on WeChat? You never replied."

Sienna awkwardly twisted her upper body, trying to hand the device backward.

Jorrod was kneeling over her, his torso now completely upright.

His cold, calculating gaze drifted down, locking onto the unfamiliar phone.

With just one glance, his heavy eyelids slowly lifted.

His eyes trailed up from the device to the hand holding it.

Her fingers were slender and delicate, smooth as porcelain.

Her fingertips were a soft, flush pink, prettier than a blooming bud.

Though they sure scratched hard.

His gaze dragged higher. She was struggling to hold her arm up toward him. On her soft, pale bicep, a stark, bruised fingerprint blossomed—a fresh mark from where he had gripped her too tightly.

And there, peeking through the messy cascade of her dark hair, a flush of pink dusted her waist.

He had barely touched her there.

Yet the redness was glaring, so blinding it made his own eyes burn with a suffocating intensity.

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