I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 343

On WeChat.

w.: [You're not home.]

A Bowl of Millet: [Did you go to my apartment?]

Judging by the timestamp, he had gone straight there the moment he got off work.

Sienna remembered the boundary she had set—banning him from seeing her for exactly one week.

Calculating the days, the very second the restriction lifted, Jorrod had rushed over to find her.

A Bowl of Millet: [I went to my parents' house.]

Jorrod leaned against the familiar front door, his eyelashes lowered, hiding the fleeting look of relief in his dark eyes.

w.: [Are you coming back tonight?]

His car was parked downstairs. If she was coming back, he would wait.

A Bowl of Millet: [No.]

Normally, Jorrod would just reply with a simple acknowledgment to end the conversation.

But tonight, her blunt dismissal felt too cold. He tapped his thumb against the edge of his phone, his gaze turning somber. After a moment, he made a call.

Sienna glanced at her parents in the living room before quietly slipping into her bedroom to answer.

"What's wrong?"

The warm, steady cadence of his voice drifted through the speaker.

Deep and soothing, entirely unhurried, it felt as though he was intentionally trying to comfort her. Just hearing it made the anxiety knotting her chest loosen slightly.

Sienna kept her voice low. "I just came back to check on my dad. He doesn't seem like himself."

There was a brief pause on the other end. "Details? I can help."

It wasn't even a question of whether he could help—Sienna didn't even know what the problem was, so how could she ask for his intervention?

"I don't know either. I asked him, but he won't say." Sienna let out a soft sigh. "Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out myself."

They exchanged a few more words, but conscious of her parents just outside, Sienna didn't stay on the line for long. After hanging up, she padded out of the bedroom.

She sat back down on the sofa, feigning nonchalance. Lillian cast a brief glance at her daughter but didn't say anything, smoothly retracting her gaze.

Jorrod ended the call and remained standing by the door for a few more minutes.

His expression was stoic, his sharp features radiating a chill that starkly contrasted the tender tone he had just used on the phone.

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