Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 46

“The code to the door is your birthday,” John said to Tommy with an extremely gentle tone. “Everything inside is set up just like

home.”

“Home is where Mommy is,” Tommy answered protectively.

John’s eyes settled on Sierra calmly.

Being stared at like that made her feel uncomfortable. She pulled out a chair, sat down at the table, and asked John to leave. “If there’s nothing else, please leave. Don’t disturb our dinner.”

“You already ate before you came here. Why are you eating again?” John’s question was aimed at Tommy.

Tommy’s soft little voice was firm. “Mommy’s cooking is good.”

John’s eyes slid over the dishes on the table. They did look good. “Even so, don’t overeat. Careful, or you’ll upset your stomach.”

Sierra’s fingers tightened around her fork.

What was that supposed to mean?

“You shouldn’t eat too much at night,” John added in the second half when he saw the anger in Sierra’s eyes. “You hear me?”

Tommy nodded, but his hands never stopped moving.

John stayed until they finished eating. After he sent Tommy into his room to study, he sat on the sofa and watched Sierra clear the table and carry the dishes to the sink before setting them down.

Just when he thought she would leave them there, she turned on the tap and began to wash them one by one.

When her pale, slender fingers slid into the sink and brushed against the greasy plates, John frowned quietly. Those hands should be holding a paintbrush or playing the piano, not washing dishes.

He sat there and watched for as long as she washed the dishes.

When Sierra finally finished and walked out of the kitchen, she ran straight into his gaze.

She paused for a moment before asking, “Why are you still here?”

Instead of answering, John asked, “Are you getting used to living like someone who is no longer Mrs. Henderson?”

“Very used to it,” Sierra replied without hesitation.

John did not expose her.

Someone who had lived years without having to cook, wash dishes, or do any other basic chores did not suddenly adapt to doing everything on her own.

“Quit that job with the Lane family as soon as you can.”

That was why he had stayed for so long. He wanted to talk to her about it.

“You should know my brother tailored that position for you.”

Sierra frowned.

Wasn’t that job posting from the Lane family?

“Eagon’s daughter has always practiced ballet. Why would they suddenly need a dance teacher for her classical dances?” John leaned his elbow on the arm of the sofa, relaxed and at ease.

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Sierra froze, mentally sorting through what she knew about the Lane family.

But everything she knew came from John’s group of friends. When it came to the second son of the Lane family, Eagon Lane, she knew almost nothing about him.

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