I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 342

It wasn't until work the next day, when Jorrod wore a crisp white dress shirt paired with light-colored slacks, that Silas took a closer look. Through the gap of two unbuttoned buttons, he spotted a glaringly obvious hickey on Jorrod's neck.

There was zero chance his friend had found someone new. Driven by sheer curiosity, he asked, "Are you and Sienna back together?"

Jorrod simply gave a low hum of confirmation.

Silas was floored. Through his shock, he managed to congratulate his friend, naturally following up with, "When are you going to tell the family?"

Jorrod went quiet.

"You want to keep it a secret?"

Jorrod shot him a flat look.

He didn't want to keep it a secret. Far from it—he wanted to broadcast it to the entire world.

But Sienna had forbidden him from saying a word, so his lips were sealed. All he could do was wait eagerly, looking for any excuse or opportunity to make things official.

Over the next few days, Jorrod actually kept his word.

She had told him not to look for her for a week, and he hadn't set foot in her apartment for a week.

However, at the office, he made a habit of strolling through the Design Department on a whim, pulling them into idle conversation over the smallest things.

It got to the point where Sienna could tell Jorrod was approaching just by watching her colleagues suddenly straighten their posture.

On top of that, every single night she came home, she found an endless stream of deliveries waiting for her.

Big things, small things, gourmet food, designer clothes, practical gadgets—he even had a brand-new, oversized piece of living room furniture delivered to replace her old one.

At first, Sienna found the novelty charming, but it quickly became exhausting.

After two days of not organizing the apartment, the space felt completely suffocating and cluttered.

She sent Jorrod a text.

A Bowl of Millet: [Stop buying things. There's no room left in the apartment.]

So, the very next day, she received a set of keys.

On WeChat.

A Bowl of Millet: [?]

A swift reply came back with an exact address down to the apartment number.

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