The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Hot?

As Sienna turned and walked into the building, her thoughts began to spiral again.

’Zach, why text me if you don’t plan to reply?’ she muttered inwardly. ’Are you busy... or just ignoring me?’

She pressed the elevator button, her reflection staring back at her from the metal doors.

’Can you stop doing this?’ she continued silently. ’Or I might ignore your text next time.’

The elevator doors opened with a soft ’ding’, snapping her out of her thoughts.

’Ah, stop it, Sienna...Stop thinking about him!"

She stepped inside, shaking her head as if trying to physically throw those thoughts away.

But no matter how much she tried, his face kept appearing in her mind.

By the time she reached her apartment, her thoughts were still a mess.

She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and locked it behind her, leaning against it for a brief moment.

Silence greeted her.

And just as she was about to walk inside, her phone vibrated.

She paused.

But didn’t take out her cell phone right away.

"It’s probably Mia or Ava," she murmured, already stepping toward the sofa.

The vibration continued. Longer. More persistent.

She frowned slightly.

"That’s not a text message..." Realization hit her. "Huh!? It was a call... Something happened to them?"

Her steps slowed as she approached the sofa and took a seat. At last, she pulled out her phone, and the moment she saw the screen, her breath caught.

’Oh, may God, he called me...’

All the annoyance, the overthinking, the imaginary complaints she had built just moments ago, now, gone.

Completely gone.

And without thinking any further, she answered the call.

"Hi, Zach... you finally called me." She greeted him cheerfully.

"Hi, sorry..."

"Hahaha, it’s fine. I just thought you had lost your cell phone. That’s why you only call me now."

Sienna’s voice carried a light, cheerful tone, her lips curving into a wide smile as if he were sitting right across from her instead of speaking through a phone.

The warmth in her expression softened the quiet apartment around her.

There was a brief pause on the other end.

Then his voice came, low and calm. "Sienna, are you drunk?"

’Huh, me... drunk?’ Sienna wonders, confused. For a second, she simply stared ahead, processing the question before a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Gosh, Zach... how could you even think that?" she replied, her tone playful but slightly defensive.

Silence followed again, but this time, she could faintly hear a breath, almost like he was holding back a laugh.

"Well, just in case you are," he added.

"I do drink wine and lite beer," she admitted casually, leaning her back against the sofa. "When I drink wine, my friends make sure I only have half a glass. So I’m sober now... just a little bit too hot—"

She froze, unable to continue her words.

And in the next second, she clamped her mouth shut so quickly it almost made a sound.

’Oh no, why do I even talk to him about my body heat...!?’

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