I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 172

Sienna froze in place.

Jorrod looked as though he had just stepped out of the shower.

He was loosely wrapped in a pure black bathrobe, the belt tied carelessly around his waist. His hair was no longer soft and tousled; it was slicked back sharply, with only a few damp strands falling across his forehead, framing a face devoid of any warmth.

His bathrobe hung slightly open, exposing a swath of chest still glistening with moisture.

His neck was completely bare.

Her pendant was gone.

Sienna realized something else she hadn't seen in a long time.

He was wearing those thin, metal-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his straight nose.

The icy lenses seemed to completely block out any humanity as his dark eyes looked down at her from above.

It was a familiar face, a familiar body, a familiar man.

Every detail was exactly as it had been carved into her heart.

Except for that gaze—it was entirely foreign.

The look he gave her was flat. There was no affection, not even a flicker of lingering emotion.

He just stared down at her with absolute detachment.

Apathetic and freezing.

Jorrod gave her a fleeting, indifferent glance, treating her like an utter triviality, before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

His tall silhouette retreated, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

It lasted a mere two seconds, but in that brief, frigid silence, Sienna felt like a century had passed.

It felt as if a sledgehammer had slammed into her chest. A suffocating wave of despair crashed over her, making her throat unbearably dry and tight.

She felt completely hollowed out.

"He recovered his memories, didn't he?"

Sienna looked over at Silas.

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