I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 475

By the time Sienna made it back to the Health Commission, the workday was officially over.

Most of the hallway lights had been killed, save for a sharp sliver of white light bleeding out from beneath Director Huntington's door.

She gave two quick knocks before pushing the door open.

Director Huntington was still at her desk, specifically waiting for her.

"Sienna, I read the email you sent this afternoon. I deeply admire your nerve, but you've barely warmed your seat here. Digging your claws into a hornet's nest this massive... are you fully prepared for the blowback?"

Sienna settled into the chair across from her.

"I am."

Director Huntington studied her for two agonizing seconds.

"The very first time I laid eyes on you, I saw a terrifying reflection of my younger self."

Sienna smiled, her expression warm and genuine.

"That's a tremendous honor. Working under a leader like you is my greatest stroke of luck."

The notoriously stern director finally allowed a ghost of a smile before her features hardened once more.

"The higher-ups are scouting a new wave of young talent—people capable of snapping the toughest bones. With your limited tenure, you wouldn't normally be on the radar. But if you crush this case, everything changes. Win, and you cement your legacy at the Commission. Lose, and your career is paralyzed for the next decade." She paused, letting the weight settle. "Think carefully before you leap."

Sienna didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second.

"I'm taking the case."

Director Huntington lifted her teacup, taking a slow, calculated sip.

"You cannot crack this alone. You need an insider feeding you leads, or they will close ranks and freeze you out."

"I already have one," Sienna confirmed smoothly. "You don't need to worry."

Director Huntington's brow arched slightly in surprise.

"You're even more thoroughly prepared than I anticipated." She didn't press for details, simply giving a firm nod. "Alright then. The leash is off. Get to work."

"Thank you, Director."

When Sienna finally stepped out of the Health Commission building, the sky had completely blackened.

The streetlamps flickered to life, their amber glow carving out the sleek, aggressive silhouette of a Bentley parked right at the curb.

Finn was leaning casually against the driver's side door, one hand shoved deep into his slacks.

The moment he spotted her, his eyes lit up.

Yet he still somehow found the time to check in and pick her up, while she couldn't even manage a single text.

It was entirely fair for him to feel slighted.

For the entire drive, Finn barely uttered a word.

The cabin was stiflingly quiet, save for the soft hum of the AC and the low growl of the engine.

Sienna stole a glance at his profile. The passing streetlights painted severe shadows across his rigidly clenched jaw and tightly pressed lips.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked softly.

"No." Finn kept his eyes dead ahead.

"I'm not." His gaze remained locked on the asphalt.

But the second the denial slipped out, his lips clamped together even tighter.

Something was definitely off.

Sienna drummed her fingers against her thigh, desperate to bridge the silence, but entirely unsure of what to say.

She suddenly realized that the effortless, airy comfort they had been enjoying lately wasn't just magic.