I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 335

"Maeve Thorne," Finn repeated the name slowly.

The voice on the other end continued.

"Your father went to a private club on the east side of the city. According to the staff, a massive argument broke out in their private room. They were only together for about twenty minutes before your father walked out, and he already had those scratches on his face."

Sienna listened, her pulse racing.

Maeve and Grant had actually met.

And from the sound of it, they had gotten into a huge fight, and Maeve had actually beaten up the powerful Grant Fletcher?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Sienna shocked herself.

She stole a quick glance at Finn's profile.

It seemed this 'son' knew even less about the situation than she did, and she was just an outsider who had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"Do we have any more background information on Maeve Thorne?" Finn asked.

"There's very little on record right now. She spends most of her time in Africa and the Americas. She keeps a very low profile."

"Keep digging."

Finn ended the call.

The soft instrumental music swelled through the speakers again, the piano notes blending perfectly with the sound of the rain lashing against the windows.

"What a coincidence. We ran into this Maeve Thorne once back in Willow Creek, and then again over at Arthur's place."

Finn tapped his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.

Sienna guiltily averted her eyes, staring out the window.

"Yeah."

"She knows my dad, and she knows Arthur, but her background is a total mystery. Who exactly is she?"

It sounded like Finn was asking Sienna, but he was really just asking himself.

Sienna stayed quiet.

Finn glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"When you were stationed at the medical clinic in the Azure Mountain resort, you were right next door to the wildlife rescue center she worked at. Did you get to know her at all?"

His voice was gentle, comforting.

It sounded just like two old friends making casual conversation.

Sienna opened her door, and he held the umbrella waiting for her, standing less than a foot away.

As she stepped out, he tilted the umbrella entirely in her direction, completely ignoring the rain soaking his own back.

Neither of them spoke as they walked through the lobby doors and stepped into the elevator.

As the doors slid shut, the small space suddenly felt incredibly cramped.

They stood side by side.

Finn's gaze dropped to her collarbone and lingered there.

The harsh white lights of the elevator illuminated the small, silver pearl brooch pinned to her neckline, catching a soft, luminescent gleam.

"You still have that brooch." Finn's voice was barely a whisper, so quiet it seemed like he was just talking to himself.

Sienna unconsciously touched her collar.

She had bought this cheap silver pearl brooch at a street market back in college for less than three dollars, but it had become one of her favorite pieces.

"It looks beautiful," he murmured. His tone was incredibly soft, as if he were afraid of startling her.

Sienna's heart began to race.