CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: SIENNA MONROE ACTUALLY KNOWS SEBASTIAN PRESCOTT! (EDITED)

Sienna Monroe was slightly stunned.

Her mind couldn’t help but flash back to Caleb Sinclair’s reaction this morning when he thought she was experiencing morning sickness.

Surprise, excitement, anticipation, even pride and joy.

These were things she saw that didn’t seem fabricated.

This morning, a man was still expecting to become a father, yet by afternoon he could renew their hotel room reserved for affairs with his lover, and by nightfall he would embrace his mistress, indulging in intimacy.

She didn’t understand.

How strong must a person’s inner core and mental toughness be to navigate such situations with ease?

What excuse or reason would he find tonight?

A business trip?

Or overtime?

Staring at the words, Sienna Monroe felt a thin, pervasive pain in her heart, and her breathing became slightly strained, a bit difficult.

After a long while, she laughed aloud, as if mocking, as if ridiculing herself.

Around eight in the evening, just as she was packing up to leave work, Caleb Sinclair’s call came through.

There was no need to guess his intention in calling.

As soon as she answered, Caleb’s gentle voice came from the other end, "Sienna, have you finished work?"

"Getting ready to leave." She asked, "And you? When will you be back?"

"I have a cross-country video meeting at midnight, negotiating a foreign project that isn’t finalized yet, and I don’t know when the meeting will end. Don’t wait up for me tonight, go to bed first."

Overtime, a reason that never wears out.

However, this morning at the breakfast table, she saw Caleb flipping through documents related to the project.

Every time his excuses seemed reasonable, seamless.

Sienna only felt numb from the intense pain in her heart, complex ripples surfaced in her eyes, she fought to suppress the trembling in her voice.

"Isn’t staying up all night bad for your health? Can you handle it?"

Caleb’s voice carried a smile, "I’m a grown man, staying up one night is no big deal. You shouldn’t stay up late, remember? Make sure to go to bed early, tomorrow I’ll make soup for you when I get back."

"Okay."

After hanging up, she left the office and ran into Vivian Nash, who was also leaving. She casually asked, "Want to grab dinner?"

Vivian looked at her with regret, "Ah? Sorry, Sienna, my boyfriend booked a restaurant, he’s coming to pick me up."

Sienna paused.

Suddenly remembered overhearing Caleb on the phone last night saying he would send someone to pick her up.

To deceive her, they both played their parts well.

"A boyfriend, huh," Sienna smiled faintly, "Alright then, maybe next time."

"I’m sorry, Sienna, next time I’ll have him treat you to dinner to apologize."

"No problem."

The elevator reached the first floor, Vivian left with some colleagues while Sienna went directly to the underground parking lot, pondering for a few minutes before the car eventually drove to The Crestview Hotel.

She parked in an inconspicuous spot, using the excuse of waiting for someone, she sat in a corner of the lobby.

Around half-past nine, she finally saw Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash, hand in hand, laughing and talking like a normal couple.

No matter how many times she saw it, Sienna always felt impacted by the scene.

The man who loved her as his life was hard to reconcile with the one so intimately with her best friend.

Sienna’s eyes stung, she forced herself to hold back the heat from overflowing.

She raised her phone, quickly capturing several shots of their side and back views.

Once they disappeared, she turned away, took a deep breath, sipped her now cold water, and only after a long while did she stand and leave.

That night, she tossed and turned until three or four in the morning before falling into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning, she didn’t see any sign of Caleb, looking at the empty parking space, she tugged at her lips, let out a low laugh, and drove to the art gallery.

Midway, she received a call from the dry cleaners.

Sebastian Prescott’s coat was ready.

She detoured to pick it up, sent a message to him: [Lawyer Prescott, your coat is ready. Can I bring it to the firm for you?]

About seven or eight minutes later, his reply came: [I’m not at the firm, back in the afternoon, send me an address and I’ll pick it up.]

During a traffic light interval, she replied with "Okay".

Upon reaching the art gallery, she sent Sebastian a location, telling him to message her when he arrived.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, passing the lounge area, several people were gathered around looking at Vivian Nash’s phone, exclaiming one by one.

"Your boyfriend must be a hunk, those hands are gorgeous."

"Why not use a frontal shot as a screensaver?"

"You don’t get it, Team Leader Nash is obviously into hands."

Sienna slightly raised her eyelids, chiming in appropriately, "What are you looking at?"

Everyone looked up in unison, "Good morning, Director."

A long-haired girl took advantage when Vivian was distracted, snatched her phone over, and ran to Sienna, "Director, look, Team Leader Nash’s screensaver."

"Stella!"

Vivian’s heart skipped, hastily trying to reclaim it, but it was too late.

Sienna had already seen it.

In the photo, two hands were intertwined, the man’s fingers fair and long, revealing veins on the back of his hand.

That photo was not unfamiliar to Sienna, she had seen it on Vivian Nash’s Instagram.

She gazed at the hand, thoughtfully, "This... looks somewhat familiar?"

Vivian came over, snatched her phone back, her face tense and apprehensive, "Familiar? How familiar?"

"I remember now, no wonder it seems familiar." Sienna’s words were slow, then she smiled, "My husband has one like this too, even the color of the watch dial is the same."

"Same models do happen."

Vivian’s heart settled back steadily, she forced a laugh and locked her phone screen.

Her sharp gaze swept over Stella Yates, who was still smiling gleefully.

Fool!

Sienna smiled gently, "Yes, it’s not a custom model. Let’s not chat idly, everyone get back to work."

Saying this, she returned to the office.

A little after four in the afternoon, she received a call from Sebastian Prescott, "I’m here, at the east gate."

"East gate?" Sienna was a bit surprised, "Wait for me, I’ll come down now."

Holding the coat, she headed to the east gate. Through the glass, she saw Sebastian’s tall, poised figure standing by his car from a distance.

The golden sunlight streamed down on him, adding warmth to his originally sharp and aloof profile.

He appeared more handsome.

She paused her steps for a few seconds, her lips curling into a faint smile, she walked over.

Sebastian turned hearing footsteps, a few meters apart, their eyes met.

The coat he had was a bit heavy and quite long, looking rather awkward carrying it in her hands.

Sebastian took two long strides to reach her, took the coat wrapped in a dust bag, a faint camellia scent lingered in the air, his eyebrows moved slightly.

He said softly, "Thank you."

Sienna hesitated for a moment, the weight in her arms was gone, "No thanks needed. I should be the one thanking you, but... why come to this side?"

The east gate is typically for the gallery’s cleaners and laborers.

Sebastian said, "Crowded at the entrance, hard to park."

From the third-floor window, Vivian Nash happened to see this scene, she raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Sebastian Prescott?

Sienna Monroe actually knew Sebastian Prescott!

And they were secretly chatting in a secluded corner.

During the school anniversary, they didn’t seem familiar.

Tsk!

Vivian laughed lightly, her eyes dimmed, suddenly getting an idea.

She captured the scene of Sebastian reaching for the coat, seemingly about to embrace Sienna, freezing it in her phone gallery.