Chapter 263: Sienna’s Evil Plan

Sienna wrapped herself in a robe, wincing at the pain as she stepped away from the bed. “Mr. Philip,” she began, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “I know you want to one-up Fraser. But getting your kicks from me alone can’t be that satisfying.”

Philip was lounging on the sofa like a king, idly scrolling through photos of beautiful women on his phone while smoking. He barely looked up. “Oh? Do you have a better idea?”

Sienna hid her disgust with a coy smile. “What if you could have Fraser’s ex-girlfriend? She’s way prettier than me.”

“Ex-girlfriend!”

Sienna had pieced it together: Summer going to prenatal appointments alone, the father’s name left blank. The only explanation? A falling-out with Fraser.

“Yes, his ex. Fraser wouldn’t lift a finger for her now. But if you had her…” She leaned forward, her voice a venomous whisper. “That would mean you’d really taken what belonged to Fraser.”

Philip’s fingers stopped on his phone. Seeing his interest, Sienna quickly pulled up an old photo of Summer. The man’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Damn. She is gorgeous.”

Sienna’s lips curled. “I can arrange to have her delivered to you.”

Fraser’s yellow Vertex growled to a stop in front of the Stewart mansion. From the driver’s seat, he surveyed the lighted windows, then dialed Summer’s number. Busy tone. Again. He texted her. A red exclamation point appeared. “Message failed. You’ve been blocked.”

Fraser laughed, low and dangerous. “Well played, Summer.” Without hesitation, he called Mike.

“Mr. Graham?”

“Call Summer Stewart.”

“Sir,” Mike was questioned. “Do I need to repeat myself?” Mike understood immediately; Boss had been blocked.

Within minutes, Summer’s phone was buzzing. Annoyed, she answered, not wanting to disturb Julia. “Ms. Stewart,” Mike said politely, “Mr. Graham is at your gate. He says if you don’t come out, he’s going to break in.” Summer was speechless.

Minutes later, Summer emerged in slippers, a gray cardigan thrown over her white nightgown.

Fraser frowned. Grabbing his tailored suit jacket from the passenger seat, he stepped forward and draped it over her shoulders. The material swallowed her petite frame. “Are you trying to freeze?” His voice was harsh with disapproval.

Summer didn’t flinch. “Say what you came here to say and leave.”

Fraser’s mouth twisted. “Teh. Still fiery.” But when she didn’t soften, his amusement faded. He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Sorry. I’ve been dealing with my grandfather’s funeral arrangements all week. You ignored me. It was the only way.”

Summer turned to leave. In one motion, Fraser wrapped his arms around her waist, his chin dropping to her shoulder. His grip was unbreakable. “I haven’t slept in days.”

The scent of gardenias clung to her skin. He inhaled deeply, his exhaustion bleeding into the embrace. When she didn’t pull away, Fraser turned her to face him. His thumb brushed across her cheek.

“Look at me. Don’t I deserve one ounce of compassion?”

Summer averted her eyes. Fraser’s voice fell, raw and rare. “So cold to me. What did my grandmother say to you that day? Causing you this. Hmm?”

Summer’s breath caught. He knew. “Summer,” his fingers tipped her chin up. Moonlight caught the intensity in his gaze. “Her words are not what I mean. Give me time. After the mourning ends…” His next words were a vow, “We will be married.”