Chapter 325: The Bitter Taste of Distance
Sierra snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Autumnโs voice. She responded calmly, โThatโs Mr. Yaegerโs sister.โ
Autumn let out a sigh of relief. โI knew itโMr. Yaeger wouldnโt do something like that.โ
Sierra gave her a small smile, said goodbye, and went to change before leaving.
Once she stepped out of the lab building, she pulled out her phone. The post had already shot to the top of the forumโshe saw it right away. Whether it was the camera angle or something else, Johnathanโs expression in those photos looked especially gentle. Even though she knew he and Quinn were just siblings, seeing him with Quinn and Dora together gave off the unmistakable image of a familyโlike a mother, father, and child.
A sharp bitterness welled up in Sierraโs chest. It was the first time she had ever tasted this kind of emotion. Almost without thinking, she called Johnathan. The phone rang until it cut off, unanswered.
Suddenly, she felt exhausted. Sheโd planned to go see him, but nowโฆ she didnโt have the heart for it. She turned around and headed straight home.
It wasnโt until after nine that night that Johnathan finally returned with Dora. When he saw Sierra, he looked a bit surprised.
โBack this early?โ
It was just a casual comment, but it left Sierra with a swirl of complicated emotions.
โYeah, we got half a day off,โ she replied.
She thought about asking why he hadnโt returned her call, but then remembered how often things had been like this lately. She missed his calls. When she called back, he was busy. They were constantly out of sync. Thatโs why sheโd said not to bother returning missed calls anymoreโjust leave a message if it was important.
It hit her then: it had only been a week, but somehow, she and Johnathan had already drifted into this rhythm. While she was lost in thought, Dora had already run up to her, looking up with wide, eager eyes.
Sierra liked Doraโshe really didโbut right now, something in her heart held back. The moment she saw Dora, all she could think about were those photos.
So, unlike before, she didnโt say anything or reach out to pat Doraโs head. The light in Doraโs eyes dimmed instantly. Johnathan, whoโd spent most of the past few days with Dora, noticed right away. He quickly said, โDora, go wash up and let Sierra rest for a bit.โ
Dora obediently headed to the bathroom, and Johnathan walked over to Sierra. โWhatโs wrong? Something bothering you?โ
Before she could answer, he added, โDoraโs very sensitive. She thinks you donโt like her anymore.โ
Sierra stared at him for a moment, her chest tightening. After a pause, she asked, โDid you take Dora to the office again?โ
Johnathan went on about their day at the amusement park, but the more he said, the heavier Sierra felt inside. Noticing her mood, Johnathan pulled her into his lap.
โWhatโs going on? You really donโt look happy. Did things not go well at the lab?โ
He knew how busy sheโd been lately, and heโd even tried to encourage her through it. He understood how hard it was to lead a brand-new project, especially as the youngest one on the team. That was why he hadnโt gotten upset these past few days, even though he barely saw her.
โโฆNo,โ Sierra murmured, leaning into his chest. She didnโt know how to explain what she was feeling. In the end, all she could manage was, โIโm justโฆ tired.โ
Johnathan looked like he wanted to say more, but at that moment, Dora came out of the bathroom. He let it go and sent her off to bed, saying heโd come read her a story.
โIโll do it,โ Sierra said. โItโs been days since I spent time with her.โ
She reflected for a moment and realized she shouldnโt take her frustration out on a child. Once in Doraโs room, Sierra noticed that it had been filled with new things. Clearly, Johnathan had bought themโsmall toys, stuffed animals, all carefully chosen to suit a girl Doraโs age.
Sierraโs expression softened. She hadnโt expected Johnathan to be so patient. Then, she suddenly remembered what heโd said beforeโthat he didnโt like children. And just like that, the smile on her face slowly faded.