I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 297

Jorrod knew she had said those exact words to him once before.

The difference was, the first time had been the playful pout of a girl in love.

This time, it was pure, unadulterated revulsion.

He let out a low, dark laugh. "Just how much do you hate me?"

"If I could do it all over again, I would have swallowed the loss of that design draft rather than ever coming to you for help."

For an original designer, those words were as brutal as it got.

The smile vanished from his lips. Jorrod's gaze turned searing hot, openly tracing the delicate lines of her face. In this moment, he made no effort to mask his raw desire.

Sienna realized her words might have pushed him over the edge.

She saw a frantic fire burning in his usually stoic eyes, trapping her in this tiny, suffocated space as if he wanted them both to burn to ashes right then and there.

Jorrod was losing his mind.

It wasn't just the knife-twist of her hatred.

It was the memory from earlier that day—the young man wrapping an arm around her waist, the intimate smiles they shared, and even the casual comment from a staff member calling them a "perfect match."

For an entire morning, he had ignored urgent work emails, unable to tear his eyes away from that stunning white dress for a single second.

He had stayed just to see it.

To see exactly how perfect of a match they were.

His predatory gaze dragged from her eyes, down to the tip of her nose, and settled on her slightly parted lips, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

If she hated him, then he would give her a real reason to hate him.

Jorrod narrowed his eyes, gripping her chin and staring intensely at her mouth as he slowly leaned in.

Sienna knew exactly what this atmosphere, this proximity, and this look meant.

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