I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 361

Julian felt a surge of immense satisfaction.

Everything Liam said aligned perfectly with Julian's own thoughts. Given the setting, it wasn't his place to be brutally harsh, but Jorrod Vaughn was a different story. As the VIP guest, Jorrod could say whatever he pleased.

A flicker of quiet amusement danced in Jorrod's eyes.

He turned his head slightly, looking at the woman who was determined to act as if she weren't part of this dinner.

Under the table, his long legs stretched out. The toe of his handmade black leather shoe nudged affectionately against the edge of her elegant almond-colored pump, wagging like a puppy eager for its owner's attention.

When she frowned at him, his lips curved into a smile. "Ms. Quinn, your ex-boyfriend just said he won't badger you into getting back together."

Sienna hadn't planned on participating in the conversation at all. Caught off guard, she replied flatly, "Mr. Vaughn, I'm not deaf."

Jorrod's foot didn't stop moving. He leaned in a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper meant only for her ears. "Are you finally willing to talk to me?"

Sienna glared at him and stomped hard on his foot.

The toe of his pristine leather shoe caved in slightly. As it slowly popped back into shape, a dusty footprint marred the polished black surface.

Jorrod glanced down at it, then lifted his chin. A faint, utterly delighted smile played at the corners of his mouth.

He reached over, moved her plate of mussels aside, and replaced it with a small bowl of pan-seared shrimp he had just meticulously peeled for her.

"Here, eat this. We wouldn't want Team Lead Carter holding onto any false hope. He's very career-driven; it would be a shame if this accidentally derailed his future."

Sienna pushed the bowl away, refusing to touch a single bite.

Under the table, the man's tailored knee brushed against her leg in a seductive plea. When she ignored him, his long, pale fingers crept over, hooking onto hers. He played with her hand like a captivating menace, the teasing touch making her palm tingle.

Yet, to anyone looking at his chiseled, flawless profile, his half-lidded eyes made him seem colder and more aloof than anyone else in the room.

What did it mean to have the status of an official partner, the cunning of a mistress, the allure of a seductress, and the manipulative tongue of a homewrecker?

Sienna had finally figured it out.

That description practically served as Jorrod's life motto, and he executed it with terrifying perfection.

The hand beneath the table remained restless, his rough thumb tracing the delicate skin of her wrist. In the heavy silence, he boldly advanced further up her forearm.

Sienna slapped his hand away.

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