He was afraid she would resent them, afraid she would find them repulsive, or even disgusting.
The man's vulnerable expression was still fresh in her mind, repeating, "You won't like it, don't look." It was impossible to connect that fragile image with the usually proud Jorrod Vaughn.
Jorrod had excellent healing abilities. The scar wasn't severe—just a shallow, flat patch that wasn't very noticeable. It looked like it would completely fade in a few days.
She had comforted him and promised to apply ointment for him.
She just hadn't expected that not only did his body heal quickly, his mental resilience was also top-tier. By today, he was generously parading it around for her to see...
Sienna averted her gaze, pulled her hand back, and turned to the closet in the bedroom. She found a casual T-shirt and tossed it at him. "Wear this."
-
Jorrod didn't go to the office.
He spent the entire day hovering around Sienna, catering to her needs, double-checking her luggage, and driving her all the way to the airport.
When it was time to part, Sienna stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
She left him with only one sentence.
In the freezing depths of winter, it brushed against Jorrod's heart, blooming into a profound warmth.
"See you in a month, my boyfriend."
-
The plane landed smoothly at Stanton City Airport.
As she disembarked, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Sienna pulled it out.
W.: [Have you arrived? There's someone waiting for you at the arrivals exit wearing an orange jacket.]
Sienna stared at the screen for a long time, furrowing her brows.
Waiting for her?
A pair of brown leather shoes stopped in front of her, blocking the light in her peripheral vision.

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