I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 604

He slowly straightened up, leaning back against the seat with his hands resting on his knees, returning to his rigid, perfectly upright posture.

But his eyes remained cast downward, the faint, shimmering dampness still clinging to his eyelashes, making his usually intimidating aura feel heartbreakingly fragile.

Seeing him force himself back into this mechanical state only made Sienna's heart ache more.

She fired up the engine, the low hum of the car vibrating as she steered them out of the underground garage.

By the time they arrived back at The Summit Residences, Finn's emotional storm had completely subsided.

The tear tracks on his face had vanished, leaving only a faint, reddish tint around the corners of his eyes.

They rode the elevator up in silence.

Once inside, they went their separate ways to shower and decompress.

Just as Sienna fully expected Finn to march back into the guest bedroom to sleep alone.

She turned to find him standing awkwardly in the doorway of the master bedroom, clutching his pillow against his chest.

Sienna looked at him, waiting silently.

Finn hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking.

"Is it permissible... to sleep together?"

A rush of bittersweet warmth flooded Sienna's chest.

She walked over and gently took his free hand.

His fingers were ice-cold, and he flinched slightly at the contact, but he didn't pull away.

"Of course it is," Sienna said softly. "You proposed to me. We're going to be married."

She guided him into the master bedroom.

The massive bed had fresh linens from two days ago, smelling faintly of clean laundry soap.

He sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress, his spine completely rigid, hands locked onto his knees in sheer uncertainty.

Sienna didn't push him.

She slid under the covers first, shifting to her side to leave the other half of the vast bed entirely open, and patted the edge of his pillow.

Slowly, methodically, Finn lay down.

He lay flat on his back, arms locked tightly against his sides, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

There wasn't a millimeter of space between his tense shoulders and the mattress, his breathing noticeably shallower than normal.

Hearing him say 'I remember' with such absolute conviction made Sienna's chest swell with emotion.

Since his return, she had assumed that all memories of their upcoming wedding had been entirely wiped out by the trauma of his mission. But he remembered. He remembered perfectly.

"Yes, but everything got delayed," she whispered.

Finn fell silent for a long moment.

The soft light pooled warmly over the blankets between them.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Then... let us execute those tasks, one by one."

Sienna's eyes widened slightly.

"We will get legally married tomorrow. Is that acceptable?" Finn asked, his tone cautious but deliberate.

Sienna was stunned.

She propped herself up on one elbow to look at him.

His expression was as serious and rigid as ever, but she could see the absolute certainty shining in his eyes.