I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 295

Jorrod bent down, settling her into the chair. He crouched in front of her, and before she could protest, his hand wrapped firmly around her ankle, slipping off the abrasive high heel.

Sienna instinctively tried to pull her leg back.

Jorrod raised his eyes, watching her struggle, but his grip didn't loosen in the slightest. Her ankle remained locked in the palm of his hand, refusing to give her even an inch of retreat.

It was like a fish thrashing on a chopping block—all energy wasted on pointless resistance.

Sienna gave up.

She lowered her eyes, and it was only then that she noticed the dark red stain on the back of her heel. It was much worse than she had realized; a layer of skin had been completely rubbed off, and the sharp, stinging pain finally registered.

A perfectly folded silk pocket square sat in his suit jacket. Jorrod pulled it out naturally, pressing it gently against the raw skin on her heel, wiping away the smeared blood right in front of her.

Watching him, Sienna suddenly remembered their first encounter, when she had called a towel a 'foot rag,' and the look of sheer, panicked disgust on Jorrod's face.

Now, his ridiculously expensive, exquisite pocket square had genuinely become her actual foot rag.

A sudden spike of pain hit her, and Sienna reflexively jerked her leg.

Jorrod's brow twitched.

His Adam's apple bobbed before he asked softly, "Did I hurt you?"

Sienna immediately deflected, "I already told you it doesn't hurt."

It was a defensive, ungrateful tone. Jorrod fell silent for two seconds before letting out a cold scoff. "I suppose being happy overrides physical pain. Looks like you thoroughly enjoyed today's shoot."

Sienna was the type who responded well to softness but rebelled against harshness. The moment his tone turned cold, she immediately fired back.

Staring down at the top of his head as he knelt before her in such a supposedly condescending manner, she gave a dry laugh. "It was actually pretty great. After all, my partner speaks to me far more sweetly than you ever could."

The movement of Jorrod's hands stopped abruptly.

He looked up.

Their gazes locked through the thin air between them.

The man's eyes darkened, a tidal wave of suppressed emotion swirling in those fathomless depths. Holding her gaze, his lips parted. "For example?"

Sienna smirked. "Sienna," she mocked, using the sweet, affectionate tone Nathaniel had used. "Could you ever do that? There's no point in telling you if you can't learn it."

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