I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 328

A woman capable of driving Finn to such a devastating loss of control was clearly not someone to be underestimated.

Sasha broke the eye contact, turned on her heel, and walked away.

There was no rush.

She had plenty of time.

"Sienna, Finn really scared me. Will you sleep in my room tonight? Please?"

Maya looked up, her big eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Sienna crouched down, gathering the tiny girl into her arms and gently rubbing her back.

"Okay, okay. Don't be scared. I'm right here."

Maya rested her chin on Sienna's shoulder, shooting a sly, victorious wink over at her father.

On the drive back to the Hayes Estate, Silas didn't utter a single syllable about Finn.

Instead, he smoothly shifted the conversation to the new multi-center medical research project, detailing how it would elevate Sienna's career to unprecedented heights.

He talked about their future marriage, casually suggesting exclusive neighborhoods where they could build their marital home.

Every word he spoke painted a flawless, glittering blueprint of their future together.

Sienna nodded and responded politely, but the words merely bounced off her without sinking in.

Now that the adrenaline of the proposal had faded, she felt like an interloper who had accidentally wandered into a billionaire's fortress.

Even if everyone kept insisting this was her new kingdom, she still felt wildly out of place.

*Maybe it just takes time,* she tried to console herself.

From the moment they stepped out of the car to the moment they walked into the sprawling estate, Silas kept a firm, reassuring grip on her hand.

His palm was dry and comfortably warm, his hold steady and secure. Her own palm, however, was slick with cold sweat.

When they reached the entrance of Silas's private wing, Sienna stopped walking.

"I'm going to head over to Maya's room. I promised I'd stay with her tonight."

Silas turned to face her. He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingertips trailed down the curve of her ear to rest lightly beneath her chin.

Her skin was incredibly soft. He lingered for a fraction of a second longer, tracing her jawline like a man handling a priceless artifact he couldn't bear to put down.

"Stay with me tonight."

Sienna didn't want to admit it, but her body instinctively recoiled.

Her shoulders tensed, her breathing hitched, and every muscle locked up tightly.

She shook her head.

"I can't."

Silas let out a low, understanding chuckle.

"You're a traditional girl. That's fine. I won't rush you."

His eyes burned with such raw, undisguised devotion that Sienna's heart skipped a nervous beat.

She hesitated for a split second before sliding the paper out.

The parchment was thin, the handwriting shaky but disciplined. It was penned by Silas's father, Alistair Hayes.

*"To my son, Silas.*

*If the day ever comes when I fall into a coma, do not intubate me. Do not put me on a ventilator.*

*Let me leave this world with dignity.*

*This is my final wish. I pray that you will honor it."*

Sienna gripped the paper, her fingers trembling violently.

Her mind immediately flashed to the frail, withered man in the ICU, surrounded by an endless maze of tubes, and Felicia crying helplessly on the other side of the glass.

The desperate plea on this paper completely contradicted the torturous reality unfolding in that hospital room.

She couldn't comprehend it. If Alistair Hayes had explicitly demanded this in writing, why was Silas forcing him to stay alive against his will?

Footsteps echoed softly from the hallway.

Panicking, Sienna shoved the will back into the folder and spun around.

Silas stood in the doorway, holding two crystal glasses of red wine.

His eyes flicked from her flushed, panicked face to the slightly misaligned folder on his desk. He slowly set the wine glasses down.

"What did you see?" Silas asked, his voice deadening into a terrifying calm.