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.

A completely alien expression.

A primal sliver of fear began to seep into her bones, sending a chill down her spine that had no place in such an intimate moment.

It felt disturbingly similar to a nightmare she hadn't had in a long time.

His slightly rough thumb stroked the side of her neck with mocking affection.

His dark eyes bore into hers unblinkingly, deep and abyssal, reflecting her image as if threatening to drag her whole body into the depths.

Sienna's breath hitched, a terrifying thought flashing through her mind.

This man.

He looked like he wanted to strangle her.

But she was overthinking it.

His hand lazily massaged her throat a few times before his fingers moved to toy with the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheek.

Jorrod had elegant hands, with long, perfectly proportioned fingers. He absentmindedly twirled her dark hair around them, each deliberate movement tugging at her racing heart.