hen John looked at Sierra’s furious glare and the quick, precise way she moved, it was very clear that if he let her foot come down, he was done for.
He let go of her ankle at once and shifted his position.
Thump!
Sierra’s foot hit the mattress instead, landing with a loud, heavily muffled sound.
John stared at her pale, slightly flushed foot for a second, then lifted his unreadable gaze to her still angry face.
With that kind of strength…
She had really wanted to cripple him.
“What are you staring at?” Sierra felt a chill as he stared at her, but forced herself to sound steady. “You’re the one who grabbed me first.”
John didn’t answer. He got out of bed at an unhurried pace and put on his footwear before walking out of the bedroom.
The calmer he looked, the more uneasy Sierra felt.
At times like this, he was usually thinking about how to get back at her.
“And this is my home!” Sierra ran through every point she could think of, determined to make him the one in the wrong. “You came in vithout my permission! That’s trespassing! It’s against the law!”
John stopped and turned around.
Sierra’s heart tightened, but her face remained composed. “Did I say anything wrong?”
“If you’re so sure you’re right,” John’s tone stayed slow, but the pressure in it suddenly spiked, “what are you afraid of?”
Sierra pressed her lips.
John said each word slowly. “Do you want to call the police?”
Sierra fell silent.
Under normal circumstances, with a divorce underway, calling the police could really handle something like this. But John had a hundred ways to make them believe he had every right to be here and had broken no law.
Calling the police would only put her at a disadvantage and bring her nothing useful.
“If you’re not calling, get me a glass so I can have some water.” John wasn’t polite about it at all.
Sierra knew she couldn’t win this argument. “There isn’t one.”
John gave her a look and said nothing. He picked up his phone from the charger and turned it on. The battery was full. Several missed calls flashed on the screen.
He ignored them, moved his thumb, and sent a message asking someone to bring dinner over.
Soon after, a bodyguard showed up at the door with a nutritious and delicious dinner.
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John went to Tommy’s room and called him out to eat, not acting like a guest in the slightest.
When he was almost done eating, John finally spoke to Tommy. His tone was that of a father, completely serious.” Mr. Rogers will come pick you up tomorrow. You’ll stay at the Campanile Estate for the next few days.”
Tommy looked at Sierra.
Before she could speak, John went on, “Your mom’s busy with work. She’ll come get you after she’s done on Thursday.”
Sierra wanted to ask why he had suddenly arranged that so–called retreat and team–building event, but with Tommy sitting there, she swallowed any words that might lead straight into a fight.
After dinner, John told the bodyguard to clear the dishes from the table.
He was just about to spend a bit more time with Tommy when a message from Robin popped up on his phone. [ Sir, are you awake?]
John tapped out a single reply. [Yeah.]
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