The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Suspicious

"I told you before," Sienna replied, setting her glass down. "I work at the Imperial Hotel."

"I meant... which department?"

"Front Office," she said. "I’m a manager."

Zachary leaned back slightly, studying her. "I know a thing or two about hotel management. So, I know the front office department is more important than you think."

"Yeah, I know. I was kidding. I’ve been busy up to my neck lately." Sienna admitted lightly. "Especially this week. We have a big event coming up, so things are... a little chaotic."

"You don’t seem stressed."

"Oh, that’s just on the surface, and I never let anyone see me stress," she said, taking a sip of her lemonade. "I just think looking stressed and complaining won’t do any good."

Zachary let out a quiet breath, something close to amusement.

’Interesting.’ He wonders.

He could feel there was no effort in her words. No attempt to impress. No need to prove anything.

She spoke as if everything—her job, her position, even him—was simply... part of life.

"May I ask how old you are?"

"Sure. Twenty-six," she answered easily. "Why do you want to know?"

Zachary faintly smiled. "You look younger but more mature than the average person of your age."

"That’s because I am naturally gifted," she said without hesitation.

He almost smiles. "Confident."

"Realistic," she corrected. "There’s a difference."

Zachary studied her again. "But, seriously, you’re quite young to be a manager."

"I’m also quite smart," she replied calmly.

This time, he didn’t hide his faint smile. "I can see that."

Sienna tilted her head, amused. "Alright, you know more about me. Now, your turn. How old are you, Zach?"

Zachary didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached for his glass of water, taking a small sip before setting it down again.

"I’m old," he said.

Sienna frowned slightly. "...That’s not an answer."

He lowers his gaze to his glass and responds, "Well, I’m really old—"

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Suspicious."

Zach didn’t explain.

And surprisingly, she didn’t push. Instead, she leaned back, letting the topic go.

After a brief silence, he asked again, "Do you like working there?"

Sienna paused. For the first time since they started talking, she didn’t answer immediately.

Her fingers lightly traced the rim of her glass, her gaze dropping for a brief second before lifting again.

"...Most of the time," she said.

Zach noticed it. That small hesitation.

"It’s stable," Sienna continued after a brief pause, her fingers loosely wrapped around her glass. "That’s enough for now."

Her tone was calm, almost casual, as if she had long accepted that stability was the best kind of happiness she could afford.

There was no complaint in her voice, no hidden bitterness, just a quiet acceptance that felt heavier than any dramatic confession.

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