Chapter 315
Sienna snapped, her patience gone. "Thorn, are you seriously insane? Do you even realize how childish you’re being? If you want to die, then go do it somewhere far away from me.”
Her anger flared, every inch of her radiating just how fed up she was with him.
Thorn felt a stab of pain in his chest, a mocking, bitter smile twisting his lips. “Hazel, I want to die too, but I just can’t let you go."
“Hazel, can’t you just look at me? I’m give it willingly. Just be with me, okay? Even if it’s just out of pity.”
Thorn begged, his voice trembling with desperation.
Sienna steadied her emotions, her aura icy and aloof. She looked down at him with a blank face. "Thorn, acting like this only makes me despise you more. I told you—there’s no chance between us.”
Thorn clutched her hand to his chest, looking completely shameless. "I don’t care if you despise me or not. It’s not like you ever respected me anyway, Hazel. Your contempt! I actually get a kick out of it.”
His fingers started restlessly tracing along the back of her hand, one stroke after another, blatantly teasing her.
“Hazel, you know what I do every night? I lie in bed with your photo and…” Before Thorn could finish, Sienna slapped him hard across the face.
Thorn didn’t get angry at all, just leaned in with the other side of his face, as if inviting her to hit him again.
“Go on, slap me on this side, too. Feels amazing," Thorn taunted, a shameless grin on his face.
“Ugh, now my hand feels filthy," Sienna thought, utterly speechless.
Julian could only stand at the door, watching the car drive away, unable to stop himself from thinking about that kiss just now.
But after Thorn suddenly jumped, the guilt gnawing at his conscience only grew stronger.
Clark stood off to the side, not daring to say a word. He’d just watched the whole scene play out, clear as day.
Mr. Ford–everyone always says he’s some kind of moral role model, a real gentleman–and yet he actually pushed someone else’s husband to jump off a building, Clark thought, still in disbelief.
‘Damn, Mr. Ford really lives up to his reputation. With that face and all those years of secret pining, it only took him a few days to win Miss Hart over. That’s seriously impressive,' Clark wondered.
He thought, ‘Man, I really can’t compare to him at all. So what’s next? Is Thorn going to catch them in the act or something?”
And for some reason, Clark couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of anticipation about it.
“Why are you grinning like that? If there’s something wrong with your head, go see a doctor,” Julian said, turning around to see Clark grinning like a fool.
Clark scratched his head awkwardly. “Uh, Mr. Ford, I–I just wanted to ask, are we heading back or what?”
“Nope, I’m camping out right here at the door tonight,” Julian replied without missing a beat.
Clark let out a dry laugh. “Hey, good one, Mr. Ford. You really know how to joke.”
Julian frowned, a hint of menace in his voice. “Why are you still standing here? Go start the car."
“Oh, right, right. I’m on it," Clark stammered, hurrying off at once.
Yvonne had searched everywhere she could think of, but still couldn’t find Rowena. She was so angry that she was about to call the…
“So rebellious," Yvonne fumed inwardly. "Kids like her really need to be taught a lesson."
Rowena knew Yvonne would definitely come looking for her, so she never even left the Bayer residence. She just hid out in a corner, quietly counting the stars and waiting for someone.
When Winifred got her message, she came to this hidden little spot and found Rowena sitting quietly on the steps.
“Let’s go,” Winifred said.
Rowena got up, brushing off her clothes. “Thanks.”
After Rowena got into her car, Winifred asked, “Where to?”