Zachary did not stay long after dinner.
The moment they finished eating, he immediately stood from his chair and reached for the empty plates on the table. "Let me help you clean up."
Sienna looked up at him in surprise before quickly shaking her head. "No, it’s alright. I can do it."
"I can at least wash the dishes."
"That would only make me feel guilty."
One of his brows lifted slightly. "Why?"
"Because my guest is standing in my kitchen, offering to wash my plates..."
A faint smile appeared on his lips at her words.
He smirked slightly. "It’s not that serious."
"It is for me," she replied honestly while taking the plates from his hands before he could argue further. "Besides, my kitchen is too small. You’ll probably break something."
"I’m not that clumsy."
"Remember what you mentioned before? You never do the core tasks, and I worry you might accidentally break the dishes while washing them..."
Zachary cannot help but laugh in defeat.
Seeing his reaction made Sienna smile wider as she carried the dishes toward the sink.
For a few more minutes, the apartment remained peaceful.
Zachary leaned lightly against the counter while watching her clean up. There was something strangely relaxing about staying there with her.
Even her tiny apartment somehow felt warmer than the quiet penthouse waiting for him outside.
Unfortunately, the night had already grown late.
Eventually, Zachary straightened his posture and glanced toward the clock on the wall. "I should go."
Sienna turned off the faucet and slowly dried her hands. "Right."
For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became quieter than before.
Neither of them said anything as she walked him toward the front door.
"You don’t have to walk me out," Zachary said once they reached the entrance. He turned toward her calmly. "It’s late. You need to work tomorrow."
Sienna halted for a second, simply staring at him as if thinking about something.
Then, without another word, she walked past him and headed toward the elevator.
"I will walk you to the elevator."
A smile immediately appeared on Zachary’s lips.
Without arguing further, he quietly followed her.
The hallway was peaceful at this hour, with only the soft sound of their footsteps filling the silence. Sienna stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive, and casually glanced at him.
Zachary slowed his steps slightly as his gaze settled on her again. Under the dim hallway light, she looked softer somehow. Relaxed. Comfortable around him. That alone made his chest feel warm.
His lips curled into a faint smile as he finally stopped beside her.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Zachary turned slightly toward her.
"Once again, sorry, Sienna."
His words startled her. Quickly, she turned toward him. "What for?"
"Coming this late."
The seriousness in his tone made her expression soften immediately.
A small smile appeared on her lips.
"No need to feel bad," she said honestly. "I’m glad you stopped by and offered me a ride today. This way, you won’t be too shocked when you come with Sky."
Zachary stared at her quietly after hearing that.
For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else. His lips parted slightly, but before he could speak, the elevator doors suddenly opened with a soft sound.

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