I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 29

Sienna didn't waste any time. She dragged Jorrod a few steps down the hall, turned around, and pinned him against the white bathroom wall.

With his tall, lanky frame leaning diagonally against the spotless white tiles, Sienna took a moment to mentally brace herself.

At first, she remained standing.

But with his towering six-foot-three frame planted there, reaching his belt from that angle was a nightmare.

If she didn't look...

Her hands would just be blindly fumbling around, and if she touched something she absolutely shouldn't, she would genuinely want to chop her own hands off.

If she looked...

Because of the height difference, she would have to hunch over in an incredibly inappropriate posture just to stare directly at the man's crotch.

Sienna had no choice but to crouch down.

The moment her hand rested on the metal buckle of his belt, the freezing, unfamiliar sensation sent a tremor straight to her heart. She couldn't hide her nervousness.

She continuously convinced herself that the person standing in front of her was merely a child.

But his physique was impossible to ignore.

Whether it was height, experience, age, social status, or even pure physical strength, Jorrod was a fully grown adult male who outclassed her in every single metric.

When he wasn't speaking, he naturally emitted an overpowering aura of absolute dominance.

Standing before him, even though he had cooperatively hunched his shoulders, he still towered half a head over her.

His tall, muscular frame completely enveloped her.

She could even feel the gentle rise and fall of his abdominal muscles with every breath, transferring directly through her fingertips.

To make matters worse, the man above her decided to speak.

"Darling, are you hot? Your face is super red."

Called out, Sienna shot him a glare. "None of your business. Stop looking at me."

As soon as she spoke, she suddenly felt a cool breeze brush against her cheek.

Puzzled, she looked up and met Jorrod's downward gaze—and the magazine he was vigorously fanning in her direction.

Sienna's temper vanished by half.

Idiot.

"...Stop fanning. I'm not hot."

As their eyes met, the air in the room ground to a subtle, suffocating halt.

It was only then that Sienna noticed the hem of his white shirt had been yanked into a mess by her reckless tugging, exposing a strip of chiseled waist that was rising and falling with increasing intensity as he breathed.

It seemed like he was breathing very heavily.

Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

For a fleeting second, she genuinely thought Jorrod had recovered his memory.

"Darling, be gentle."

That low, husky voice snapped Sienna back to her senses.

She abruptly snapped out of it.

He was still calling her Darling, which meant he was still acting like a toddler.

If it were the real Jorrod, he would have instantly flipped out and accused her of defiling his majestic, sacred body.

Sienna lowered her head again and scolded him, "Then stop groaning like that."

She grabbed her phone, snapped a picture of Jorrod's belt, and ran an image search online. While she successfully found a tutorial on how to unbuckle it, she also accidentally discovered the belt's dizzying, astronomical price tag.