I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 327

Lance's frantic shout shattered the moment.

Sienna whipped her head around.

Finn was standing right there.

He wore a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar carelessly unbuttoned.

His eyes were violently bloodshot, practically burning a hole through Silas's hand—the hand resting intimately on Sienna's waist.

His lips trembled violently, his fingers curled into white-knuckled fists.

He looked like a wire stretched to its absolute breaking point, seconds away from snapping completely.

Silas lowered his hand from Sienna's waist but didn't take a single step back.

He stood his ground, his expression perfectly composed, watching the chaotic interruption with freezing indifference.

He couldn't care less about the intrusion.

The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was the woman he had just been holding, and what she was thinking.

His gaze shifted naturally to Sienna's face, studying her reactions with his usual calculating precision.

Lance charged forward, desperately grabbing Finn by the arm.

He shot an apologetic look at Silas.

"Mr. Hayes, I am so sorry. Mr. Fletcher had way too much to drink."

Putting his entire body weight into it, he tried to drag Finn backward.

"Finn, you drank way too much at the party tonight. Let's go, I'm taking you home!"

Finn violently ripped his arm free.

His eyes remained viciously pinned to Sienna's face.

Sienna stood frozen in place, still clutching the bouquet of lisianthus.

The flowers suddenly felt impossibly heavy; her fingers were visibly shaking.

Even from this distance, she could smell the alcohol radiating off Finn.

It was suffocating.

"Finn, you're drunk," Lance pleaded, grabbing him again, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Let's go. I'll take you home. The partnership with Silas's company just launched, and you just secured your seat at the head of the board. Do not cause a scene here!"

Finn didn't move an inch.

He just stared at Sienna with agonizing obsession.

His bloodshot eyes welled up, and a tear finally broke free.

It fell silently, tracking a devastating path down his cheek.

Seeing his tears, Sienna felt as if a giant hand had violently seized her heart.

It squeezed, twisted, and crushed until she could barely breathe.

Her stomach churned violently; her palms were soaked in a cold sweat, and her legs felt like lead.

As Silas took Sienna's hand and guided her to sit down, Sienna casually glanced up...

The two women's eyes collided in the tense air.

Sasha openly evaluated her.

Sienna was wearing a smoky-gray silk blouse, the soft fabric draping elegantly to reveal the slender line of her collarbone.

She paired it with high-waisted, wide-leg trousers of the same shade, cinched perfectly at the waist to emphasize her tall, graceful silhouette.

Her hair was pinned back loosely, with a few stray wisps framing her face.

She wore no extravagant jewelry, only a sleek silver watch resting on her slender wrist.

No loud colors, no blinding diamonds—yet standing there, she commanded absolute attention. It was impossible to look away.

Sienna's beauty wasn't aggressive; it was an innate, bone-deep elegance.

Cool, composed, and effortlessly secure.

It made perfect sense why a man as powerful as Silas Hayes would go to such lavish lengths to orchestrate this grand proposal for her.

Sasha remembered the venom in Chloe Cross's voice when she had spoken about Sienna: "She's just a gold digger desperate to climb the social ladder. She has zero talent—she just uses her face."

Chloe had sounded so bitter, and Sasha had only half-believed her at the time.

Now, seeing her in person, the truth was obvious.

This woman didn't need to cling to anyone for power. Just standing there, she was power itself.