Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 144: Sienna, Do You Love Me?

No! 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

No!

At the mere thought of Sienna Monroe in the arms of another man, severing all ties with him, never to meet again,

the suffocation and pain would drown him like a tidal wave.

With his mother gone, he might also become a discarded piece of The Sterling Family; he would have nothing left.

All of this was because of Sienna Monroe.

This marriage is the last leverage he holds.

If he loses this as well, he will truly have nothing left.

So what if she was the informant, what if she deceived and used him?

It doesn’t matter.

None of this matters.

He can rationalize it, find reasonable excuses for her, and then make an effort to forgive and accept her.

The most important thing now is that he cannot be without Sienna Monroe, he cannot leave her.

He needs to keep Sienna Monroe firmly by his side, belonging only to him for a lifetime.

Yes, that’s it.

He pressed against his palm, slowly stood up from the floor, and sat back down in the chair.

In the chaos and confusion of his mind, all that remained was the voice shouting, "I cannot lose Sienna Monroe", what reasons and excuses should he find for her, and how to keep her by his side next.

He couldn’t think of any of these, and the pain in his heart didn’t lessen a bit.

Time passed quickly, yet felt so long.

When he finally escaped from the complex, dark abyss, the electronic clock hanging on the office wall showed it was already 1:20.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window, the outlines of the entire city were reflected in the brilliant neon lights.

Caleb Sinclair mechanically lifted his hand, hesitated, and picked up the phone on the table, turning on the screen.

Only to find that four hours ago, Sienna Monroe had sent a message on WeChat.

[What time will you finish your overtime? Have you had dinner?]

He was stunned, his eyes dark and unclear.

Sitting from the afternoon till now, he thought about many things, but at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten exactly what he had thought.

Only confusion and heartache remained.

After sorting out his emotions and returning home, it was already after two o’clock.

The entire villa was enveloped in silence.

He looked at the familiar layout and decor of the house, his heart exceptionally heavy.

The light on the second floor wasn’t on, he went up and turned on the hallway sensor light.

He lingered at the door of the master bedroom for a while, gently pressing down the doorknob.

The hallway light seeped into the dark room, he stepped to the bedside, gazing at the peaceful sleeping face in the dim light.

He pressed his lips tightly, his once upright shoulders slumped.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that since Sienna Monroe was the informant, all those matters she sought help from her uncle and brother for were merely to deceive him.

He let out a self-deprecating laugh.

The resentment splitting from within his chest lingered in his heart, but was soon covered by his intense and sincere love.

Even with so much interest calculation mixed in this relationship, he could not persuade himself to stop loving her.

*

Sienna Monroe also worked overtime last night until past nine o’clock before coming back.

The day’s busyness left her exhausted, she took a bath, sent a symbolic WeChat message to Caleb Sinclair, and then collapsed onto the soft, comfortable bed, falling asleep.

When she awoke the next day, it was already half-past eight.

With the opening ceremony over, the subsequent exhibit was just to entertain ordinary visitors, and she no longer had to oversee it constantly.

After washing up and changing clothes, she went downstairs, smelling the aromas wafting from the kitchen.

As usual, Caleb Sinclair came out of the kitchen with breakfast.

The only anomaly was his somewhat pale face and the eyes that looked over at her, filled with a complexity that made her heart sink.

This gaze seemed different from the one from the night before last.

She slightly furrowed her brows, went to the table, and, appearing concerned, asked, "Why do you look so pale? Didn’t sleep well last night? What time did you get back?"

Caleb Sinclair heard this, perhaps knowing the truth was the reason, her concerned expression seemed to be veiled with a layer of falseness and disguise.

Making it seem unreal.

But the emotions in his eyes quickly softened, and he said softly, "I got back at two, there’s a lot of work at the company, so I came back late. Are you going to the art gallery later?"

"Yes, but there’s no rush," Sienna said, pulling out a chair to sit.

"Okay. Let’s have breakfast first."

Caleb responded, peeling an egg for her and placing a shrimp dumpling on her plate, "Eat more. You’ve been exhausted from the opening ceremony, so make sure to rest well in these subsequent days. Leave what can be left to Director Dawson and Nora."

For some reason, Sienna sensed something unusual in his tone.

Even though he was as gentle and focused as usual, with considerable patience and care in his voice.

But...

It was just different.

The table was silent for a while, she quietly ate her breakfast, pondering about the distinct feeling she got from him.

Suddenly, she heard Caleb’s voice, soft yet with a hint of tension and anticipation, "Sienna, do you love me?"

Sienna was taken aback, her hand suspended mid-air, and she looked up at him.

He had asked this question before.

But never at the dining table.

She chuckled lightly, "Have you gone silly from overtime? Why ask this all of a sudden?"

"I want to know," Caleb said, looking at her seriously.

Sienna glanced at the maid polishing the table and vases in the living room, feigned a displeased look, and glared at him.

"There are other people here, control yourself, finish your dumplings before they get cold."

She changed the subject.

Caleb’s eyes dimmed, his heart feeling like it was sawed open inside, constant tearing.

Perhaps the ache had been ongoing from the afternoon until late at night, by now he felt numb.

He lowered his eyelids, trying hard to hide the sadness in his eyes, the dumplings in his bowl seemed tasteless.

These were the dumplings she said she wanted the morning before.

Last night, he hadn’t slept at all, couldn’t sleep.

He got up around six, simply freshened up, made the stuffing, and wrapped dumplings for her.

He swallowed the bitterness in his throat, his eyes flickering slightly, and hoarsely spoke again, "Sienna, let’s... have another child. This time, I promise, I’ll take good care of them, okay?"

Sienna looked into his deep eyes, seeing the desire and hope within.

But the expression on her face dimmed, as if a sad memory was triggered, she turned away evasively, "Let’s see."

Caleb’s heart dropped.

He knew mentioning this now was a bit inappropriate, after all, Sienna had a miscarriage not long ago.

If she were to complete a full month for recovery, she’d still have a few days to go.

But he was too uneasy now, too insecure, urgently needing an attitude from her to stabilize.

Her reaction made him feel guilty and a bit uneasy.

Now wasn’t the right time for a pregnancy.

But what other way could he use to keep her by his side?

Once again, he lowered his eyelids, softly apologizing and asking her not to be angry.

Sienna always felt this version of Caleb was a bit unnerving.

The reason for his change made her shiver slightly.

She had a vague suspicion in her heart.

But still had no certainty.

After finishing breakfast, she didn’t let him drop her off, called the driver, and left the Moonlit Villa.

The morning rush was over, the car went smoothly all the way, and as she was near the art gallery, the notification sound suddenly rang from her phone.

Ding!

Sienna was startled, she took it out to check: [Caleb already found out you are the informant for Radiance Beauty Spa, and knows Sebastian Prescott is your attorney. Be careful!]