“I don’t want to say it a second time,” John said as he knew exactly how to corner Sierra. “There are only two of us in this room right now. I can’t guarantee what might happen in a little while.”
“What else can you do other than to threaten me?” Sierra said, feeling just how despicable he could be.
John’s dark eyes looked at her, his gaze heavy and oppressive.
Achill crept into Sierra’s spine. She turned her face away, but she also gave up on struggling.
Knowing how stubborn she was, John got up and then crouched down in front of her. His hand lifted her ankle, and his long fingers carefully peeled off the bandage she had slapped on randomly earlier.
He knew how sensitive she was to pain, so he kept gently blowing over the wound to ease it.
Watching him being as patient, gentle, and meticulous as always, Sierra seriously couldn’t understand what was wrong with him and why he insisted on supporting Pamela for the rest of her life.
“John.”
“Yeah?” he answered without looking up, his movements still gentle as he treated her injury.
“Why are you with Pamela?”
For the first time, Sierra brought it up even though she knew he still cared about her. It was the first time she talked with him seriously.
John’s hands froze as he was in the middle of putting the ointment on.
In that instant, his dark eyes clouded with something unreadable.
He remembered what she had said last time, and swallowed the explanation that he almost spouted out in the end. He deliberately threw her own words back at her.
“Didn’t you say it doesn’t matter?”
Sierra’s heart tightened, and she forced all her feelings back down.
The room fell silent.
Neither of them spoke again.
John finished bandaging her foot perfectly. Only after making sure there was no problem did he stand and sit beside her on the
couch.
“If you want the wound to heal faster, don’t let it get wet for the next two days,” John said as he reminded her. He then picked up the bag of medicinal supplies and handed it to her. “Do what I just did every night.”
Sierra took the supplies and answered faintly, “Got it.”
“You said it doesn’t matter, so why are you mad?”
John knew every part of her, including the tiniest shifts in her mood. So, he naturally knew she was using this reaction to hit back at what he had just said.
“I’m not mad,” Sierra replied in the flattest tone.
Deep down, she knew she was a little angry. She knew how irrational it was, but she simply couldn’t control herself.
“I know why you’re angry,” John said as he understood how she didn’t really mean what she said. He also understood her stubbornness and pride. “But do you really want to know the answer?”
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Sierra paused.
The answer wasn’t that important to her.
Nothing would change the ending between them.
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No matter why he was with Pamela, the fact that he had decided to support her for life would not change.
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