Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 178: May I Help You Heal? Would You Consider It?

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: May I Help You Heal? Would You Consider It?

Sienna Monroe laughed, but tears slipped from her eyes unbidden.

Maybe it was because she knew that obtaining this settlement paper, symbolizing the end of the marriage, hadn’t come easily.

Or perhaps that long-lost sense of relief had returned.

Or maybe it was to commemorate the self who once couldn’t see people clearly and mistakenly entrusted her life.

She met Sebastian Prescott’s gaze and said genuinely and sincerely, "Thank you, Lawyer Prescott. Thank you so much during this time, and I appreciate your hard work."

Sebastian pressed his lips together, his eyes fixed steadily on the tear tracks on her face.

After a long while, when Sienna began to feel a little awkward, he suddenly asked, "These tears... do they mean happiness or sadness?"

Sienna was slightly stunned, raised her hand to wipe away the tears, opened her mouth, "Both, probably."

Sebastian nodded lightly.

After a brief silence, he half-lowered his eyelids, his deep grey-black pupils reflecting an unbreakable focus.

He slowly opened his lips, "If it’s sadness, can I lend you a hand to heal? Consider it?"

A warm afternoon breeze blew by, dispersing the purity and aloofness in his deep and magnetic voice.

Sienna was startled, the light in her almond eyes trembling slightly.

Lend her healing?

The words landed like a hot brand, unexpectedly pressing against her most fragile nerve.

In a flash, there was a buzzing in her ears, as if someone rang a massive bronze bell in her mind.

She looked at the elegant and outstanding man before her and murmured in disbelief after a while, "Wha... what?"

Sebastian knew she understood.

But explaining clearly was always better for such matters.

He considered, then spoke, "I’m serious, you can think about it."

Sienna’s expression was filled with shock and incredulity.

Since when did he...

Impossible!

How could it be...

She opened her mouth to ask something but hadn’t yet spoken when a familiar male voice came from not far away, "Sienna!"

She slightly froze, subconsciously frowned, and shifted her gaze from Sebastian’s face.

Her thoughts interrupted, she turned to see the familiar figure running from a distance.

In her memory, Caleb Sinclair had also run toward her like this many times without hesitation.

But... it had been so long.

So long that the youthful figure had blurred into unrecognizability.

Now, just a gentle shake of her head could completely dispel that memory.

Caleb stood before her, slightly out of breath.

He looked at her tenderly, "You said let’s part amicably. Can we... have a meal together? Consider it... a final full stop."

The final full stop?

No need.

Moreover...

Sienna slowly lifted the hand holding the settlement paper, "This settlement paper is our final full stop. Caleb Sinclair, please never disturb my life again in the future,

let’s live our lives well and owe each other nothing."

Caleb listened to her decisive words and anxiously grabbed her hand, "Sienna, we can start over..."

Sienna’s pupils slightly expanded, and she retorted mockingly, "Where do you get the gall to shamelessly say we can start over? The Sterling Family has already provided enough jokes, don’t say more of such laughable things."

She shook off Caleb’s hand and turned to leave.

"Sienna!"

Just as Caleb intended to chase after her, a tall figure suddenly stood in his way.

A cold, clear tone drifted into his ears with the wind, "The public security administration punishment law stipulates that repeated harassment, entanglement, or causing trouble can lead to five to ten days of detention and a fine.

According to criminal law, acts of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, chasing, and intercepting, or coercing others with strong-arm tactics can be punishable by up to five years of imprisonment, detention, or control.

In severe cases, the punishment is more than five years of imprisonment."

Caleb’s expression froze, glaring ominously at the man before him, "What do you mean?"

Sebastian met his gaze and said calmly, "It’s every lawyer’s social responsibility to popularize the law."

Popularize the law?

Heh, was that law popularization?

It was clearly a warning!

A warning not to harass or entangle Sienna further.

Caleb clenched his fist; if not for holding on to some shred of rationality, he might have punched Sebastian in the face.

He sneered coldly, gritting his teeth, "This is between Sienna and me, what right do you have to intervene? Just because you’re her proxy lawyer?"

Sebastian looked at him coolly, speaking concisely, "Friend... pursuer."

With just five words, he stated his stance.

Not only was he her proxy lawyer, but also a friend and a pursuer.

Caleb’s expression stiffened for a moment, then turned hideous, with fury in his voice.

"You finally admit you like Sienna?

Hah, don’t dream! Sienna and I have over six years of feelings,

she’s just mad at me now and wants a divorce. Once she calms down, she’ll come back, leaving no place for you!"

Sebastian believed all harsh words were bluster and lack of confidence.

In his many years in the legal world, he had heard countless harsh words.

So, Caleb’s words didn’t even reach his ears.

He simply threw back a light remark, "I never denied it."

Saying this, he then turned and walked away.

Heading in the direction Sienna had left.

Caleb stood in place, watching through his glasses as the composed figure walked away leisurely.

His chest seemed filled with suppressed resentment, yet he couldn’t find a way to release it, eventually just holding it back until his face flushed red.

Veins faintly throbbed on the back of his hand and forehead.

Though the afternoon wind carried warmth, a strange chill rose along his spine.

He realized Sebastian’s "I never denied it" was in response to his "Do you finally admit you like Sienna."

At this moment, it seemed catching a cab near the court wasn’t easy.

Sienna had come together in Sebastian’s car this morning.

Now, staring at the spinning icon on her phone screen, displaying "Searching for nearby cars," she frowned.

Suddenly, a black Bentley stopped before her, the window rolled down to reveal a cool, sharply defined face.

The man slightly curled his lips, "Get in."

Seeing him, Sienna suddenly recalled his earlier words, "Can I lend you a hand to heal? Consider it?"

She pressed her lips together.

She couldn’t distance herself from him just because of one sentence.

The divorce case had just ended, distancing herself now would feel like burning bridges, using someone, then discarding them.

It wouldn’t be appropriate.

She lowered her eyes, glancing at the still spinning icon, promptly cancelled the ride request, and walked over to open the door and get in.