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Sienna glanced at his expression and didn’t know what he meant. Is he implying a breakup? Panic began to creep in. Josiah.
“Leave?” Josiah waved his hand wearily, surrounded by a cloud of gloom. “Got Before I have second thoughts, hurry away!”
Sienna stood frozen, utterly shocked.
“Gof” Josiah barked. Sienna flinched as his booming voice made her shoulders tremble. She furrowed her brow and, after a moment’s hesitation, turned to exit
As her footsteps faded and the door to the study closed, Josiah’s pupils contracted sharply. He rose and moved toward the liquor cabinet.
As the bery alcohol coursed down his throat, he wondered if anyone still remembered that today was his birthday
Maybe no one did. In those early years. Yvette would secretly give him gifts and wish him a happy birthday. But that had gradually faded away.
Tonight, all he wanted was to celebrate his birthday with the person he cherished. Yet even this modest wish had been denied. The person he cherished had just been driven away. He believed Sienna had left since she had been with him against her will.
It was late, and the darkness outside was intimidating he worried she might encounter another reckless driver.
Josiah regretted his earlier decision–he should not have sent her away at such an hour, he should have at least waited until dawn. He picked up his phone, intending to call her.
He swiped the screen then hesitated, canceling the call instead. Fear tugged at his mind. The study door was knocked upon once more Josiah looked up abruptly as Sienna stepped through the door. She hadn’t left
Josiah stared at her, expressionless, secretly biting the tip of his tongue. There was indeed a sting. This was real.
“Hey” As she approached, he could hear her soft sigh. Sienna grasped his hand, gazing at him, her long eyelashes fluttering as her voice became gentle and silky. “It’s not wise to drink on an empty stomach. Are you hungry? Would you like pasta?”
Josiah glanced at the arm she had wrapped around his, his throat tightening. She hadn’t left, and she had made him pasta. Yet, when he opened his mouth, he stubbornly retorted. “I don’t like pasta.”
Sienna was momentarily taken aback, feeling a wave of frustration. Still, she had to appease him. They’re handnude. I made and rolled the dough myself; they re nothing like store–bought. Would you give them a try!”
Josiah raised an eyebrow, remaining noncommittal
“Come on Sienna took the chance, linking her arm through his and tugging him outside. “We also got chicken soup, it’s delicious”
Josiah didn’t say a word, allowing himself to be led downstairs. On the dining table were two plates of pasta: one large, meant for him, and a smaller one, intended for her. She usually watched her figure and avoided eating at night.
Josiah frowned. You haven’t eaten yet?”
Sienna nodded.
Josiah seized the chance to say sarcastically, “Oh, so your roommate is so important, and you treat her so well, yet she couldn’t even spare you a dinner!”
“I wasn’t going to dinner with her, Sienna reported, handing him the fork. She ladled some broth and brought it to his lips. “Drink some soup Gazing at the spoon poised at his lips, Josial hesitated for several beats before finally parting his mouth.
“Is it good?” Sienna’s smile blossomed her eyes sparkling with delight.
Josiah felt a tickle in his throat, nodding slightly. “Minen”
“Have some pasta. She offered him, holding the pasts up to his mouth. “I added an egg”
Unable to resist, he parted his lips.
Sienna’s smile deepened, her eyes glimmering “Is it tasty?”
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Josiah nodded, noting the delightful texture of the pasta–chewy and springy; indeed, it was delicious. Curiosity piqued; he murmured. “You made 1/2
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it yourself? How do you learn that!”
In the past, Sienna was untouched by any labor in the Flynn family. That was certainly a skill forced upon her during her years in Fliraty. She said, “I learned with my grandma when I was young.”
Josiah praised. “Your grandma is remarkable, raising you and teaching you so many skills.” He gestured to her plate. “You should eat too. They’ll be less tasty if they sit too long
“Alright.” For a moment, they sat in silence, each focused on their meals Josiah ate quickly, yet his manners remained refined. The large portion of pasta was finished swiftly.
“Are you finished?” Sienna lifted her gaze.
“Mm.” Josiah nodded, pulling out a napkin to wipe his mouth, leaning back against his chair.
Sienna asked, “Are you full! I made so little… Should I prepare something else for you?” She rose.
“Sit down and eat your food. Josiah grasped her wrist. “Tm
Sienna complied, remaining seated to finish her pasta, occasionally sipping some soup. She sensed the weight of his gaze upon her, and the atmosphere grew awkward.
He had told her to leave, and yet she remained, boldly choosing to stay and appease him with a meal. Now that the pasta was finished, the core issue resurfaced.
She wondered, Will he ask me to leave again! If he insists, what should I do?!
“Sienna.”
When her name was called, Sienna was startled and nervously tugged at her lips. I haven’t finished yet.”
Josiah glanced at her food, noticing only a few spoonfuls of broth remained. It was clearly a fib. He looked out the window, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. “It’s quite late…” he said seductively.
Sienna’s heart raced, thinking he was preparing to send her away. Suddenly, she stood, busy gathering the dishes as if she hadn’t heard his hint. “Yes, it is late. You should wash up and get some rest.”
Josiah remained seated, narrowing his eyes as he watched her clear the table and carry the dishes to the kitchen. Soon after, he followed her inside. There, Sienna placed the dishes in the dishwasher and started searching for dishwasher pods.
“Stop busying yourself.” Josiah let out a barely audible sigh, capturing her wrist, his brow slightly furrowed. “Do you realize what you’re doing?” “Hmm” Sienna responded, taken aback. “Washing the dishes?”
Josiah gazed deeply into her eyes. “You know what I mean. Taking a deep breath, he repeated, “Do you understand what you’re doing? Hmm?”
Sienna bit her lip, nodding lightly, Josiah’s eyes narrowed, his arms drawing her into an embrace as his other hand cradled her chin. “Kiss me. If you really know so well, kiss me right now!”
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