"Zach... how did you know I was at the police station?" Sienna asked softly.
Sienna watched him carefully. She clearly remembered she had never called him.
And unless the universe had officially hired Zachary Sterling as her personal disaster detector, there was no logical explanation for how he found out she was at the police station.
Zachary did not answer her question immediately. Instead, his eyes lowered slightly, lingering on her lips for only a brief moment. Somehow, that tiny action was enough to make her heart beat harder than before.
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
Before she could gather herself and ask again, he had already moved from his seat. His movements remained calm and effortless as always. He reached for the glass of water and brought it toward her.
"Drink this first."
Only then did Sienna realize how thirsty she actually was. Her throat felt dry and sore from stress, exhaustion, and too many emotions crashing into her all at once. Her fingers trembled faintly as she accepted the glass from him.
Still, the moment the cool water touched her lips, she drank without hesitation. The coldness soothed her throat almost instantly.
Before she could lean over to place the empty glass back onto the bedside table, Zachary had already taken it from her hand.
Her eyes followed him quietly as he settled back into the chair beside the bed.
"Thank you, Zach..." she said softly.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then his worried gaze returned to her.
Sienna caught it immediately. It appeared only for a second, gone almost as quickly as it came, hidden again beneath his usual calm expression. But she had seen it.
And strangely... seeing genuine worry on Zachary’s face affected her more than she expected.
"Sorry," Zachary said after a moment, his voice low and calm. "I read your text so late."
Sienna lowered her gaze slightly. She had guessed as much; he must have been busy. A man like Zachary Sterling always had a hundred things going on around him. Business meetings, flights, calls, and work.
"When I read it," he continued, his tone growing more serious, "I called you immediately. But you didn’t answer."
She listened quietly.
"I texted you, too. I asked you to call me back, but you didn’t."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"From that moment, I started getting worried because you never ignored my messages."
Hearing him say it so naturally, as if her silence had truly unsettled him, made warmth slowly spread through her heart.
’You never ignored my messages...’ She repeated his sentence in her mind.
"So I asked Logan to check on you at your office."
His expression hardened slightly.
"But what he found... shocked me and frightened me."
His voice turned colder this time.
"You were detained by the police."
The memory hit her instantly... The police put handcuffs on her hands. Benjamin’s staff cast accusing looks toward her. And the humiliation of being treated like a criminal while knowing she had done nothing wrong.
Her hands slowly clenched together in her lap. She wanted to curse at Benjamin, but somehow she stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.


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