I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 27

Sienna casually continued moving away.

She pointedly stared off into the distance at the street lamps.

The March mountain peaches were in full bloom, and the wind carried a few pale pink petals down, twirling under the glow of the lights.

"Earlier," Finn's gravelly voice broke the silence, "I didn't get a chance to say thank you."

Sienna ignored him.

He stood beside her, keeping a polite, deliberate distance of two steps.

The night wind carried his scent over. It was exactly the same as she remembered.

"It's on my way. I can drop you—"

"I'm waiting for someone," she cut him off, her tone glacial.

Finn went dead silent.

Chloe hurried out behind them, carrying York in her arms.

York had stopped crying. He rested his chin on her shoulder, tear tracks still drying on his cheeks.

Chloe's makeup was completely ruined. Her mascara had left huge dark smudges under her eyes, her lipstick was entirely wiped off, and she looked like a drowned rat.

Messy, but desperately clinging to her dignity.

She eyed Sienna, then stared at Finn's back.

She forced the words out:

"Finn, we need to get to the hospital... If Dr. Sterling is waiting for her friend, we shouldn't bother her."

Despite her words, the absolute disdain in Chloe's eyes was impossible to miss.

She was fully convinced Sienna was lying through her teeth just to save face.

"Dr. Sterling! Sorry to keep you waiting."

A bright, clear voice rang out from the theater doors.

Landon jogged out of the side exit. His aviator jacket was unzipped, the white T-shirt underneath clinging to him in the wind.

He looked wildly carefree and effortlessly cool.

A few fans chased after him but were held back by security. Someone held up a phone, screaming:

"Landon! You didn't finish signing!"

He didn't even look back.

Those bright, starlit eyes were locked entirely on Sienna.

He practically sprinted down the steps to her.

"Let's get out of here," he said. "Dinner's on me."

"Okay."

They walked off shoulder to shoulder.

Finn stood rooted to the spot, watching them leave.

An aviator jacket next to a pale green dress. One completely carefree, the other serene. Walking side by side like the absolute picture of spring.

A cold gust of wind slid down Finn's collar. Suddenly, his suede jacket didn't feel warm enough.

Chloe stood clutching York, staring after the pair in sheer disbelief.

That guy was the lead actor from the play.

Up close and without stage makeup, he was even younger, even more unfairly handsome, moving with this effortless, magnetic energy.

Why?

The thought bubbled up from the pit of her stomach, fueling a fire she couldn't stamp out.

How on earth did Sienna manage to land a guy like that?

Young, gorgeous, an up-and-coming actor.

And here she was...

Chloe glanced down at her own ruined, pathetic state.

Why?

She suddenly remembered the nasty comments she had thrown at Sienna inside the theater.