I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 191

The white and pink colors blurred together, painting her vision with a faint redness.

Jorrod watched her with lowered eyes, his gaze growing heavy.

Soon, he turned his head away.

But before he could, Sienna took a step to the right.

She moved forward and right, putting as much distance between them as possible.

His gaze, which had just drifted away, was pulled right back to her silhouette.

He continued to watch her, his eyes far colder now.

He had never been a generous man.

Taking advantage of his amnesia, tying him to a bed, and forcing an intimate connection between them... he hadn't intended to hold those things against her.

Yet now, she was the one avoiding him like the plague.

A wave of suffocating frustration rose in his chest. He was annoyed.

In the empty elevator, his voice rang out casually.

"You seem to be avoiding me."

Sienna froze when the deep voice washed over her from behind.

She hadn't expected him to initiate a conversation.

Let alone with a question like that.

Anyone else would think he was demanding justice.

Sienna found it laughable.

She paused, then answered dryly, "I'm not."

She heard him scoff behind her. "Right. It's so crowded in here, you're practically pressed into the wall."

She balled her hands into fists, took a deep breath, and turned to glare at him. "You're the smartest man in the room, Mr. Vaughn. But if you throw around words like 'fool' to describe others, what good is your intelligence? You have zero manners."

Jorrod looked at her, his tone unhurried. "Others? I was referring to myself when I was sick. How does criticizing myself equate to having zero manners?"

Sienna had assumed he would avoid mentioning the past altogether.

She hadn't expected him to bring it up so openly.

But that word was too jarring.

The old Jorrod wasn't just an ex to her; he was a lover who had vanished from her world completely. She could let go of the past, but she absolutely wouldn't tolerate anyone using such derogatory words to describe him.

Even if that person was Jorrod himself.

The man standing in the elevator was someone whose every curve and muscle she knew intimately, yet he felt so completely foreign that she couldn't find a single trace of the past in his eyes.

It was jarring to feel both absolute familiarity and total estrangement radiating from the same man.

Sienna just kept staring at him.