Sienna Monroe noticed the fleeting change in his expression, and a trace of suspicion arose in her heart.
Just now... he was clearly nervous.
A text!
Could it be that Vivian Nash sent it to him?
She subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already ten o’clock.
She wondered if Vivian Nash had returned.
Since there was a new play coming up, she didn’t need to dwell on this issue any longer.
She suppressed her thoughts and responded with a gentle smile, "Okay," taking the opportunity to navigate through the situation.
This war, silent and invisible, ended here.
While Caleb Sinclair went to the bathroom to get so milk, Sienna Monroe had already walked over to her bed to check her phone for ssages.
A ssage from a few minutes ago was indeed a warning that Caleb Sinclair had drugged the milk.
On WeChat, there were also two photos sent by the private investigator.
The photos weren’t particularly well-lit and were taken from a distance, making it hard to see clearly.
It showed Vivian Nash dragging her luggage into Rippling Crest Estates.
[Vivian Nash’s flight landed at 8:40, and she arrived at Rippling Crest Estates by 9:30.]
She pursed her lips.
Since Vivian Nash had returned, she would definitely take action.
For herself and for the child in her womb.
Sienna Monroe chuckled softly, hoping... Vivian Nash wouldn’t disappoint her.
After Caleb Sinclair finished washing the cup and ca out, he looked natural as he walked to the edge of the bed.
Placing the cup on the bedside table, he said to her, "If you’re sleepy, go to sleep. You get up early every day."
Sienna Monroe’s gaze remained unchanged, with a flicker of scrutiny hidden within.
But it was quickly masked by gentleness, "I don’t need to rush to a eting tomorrow. It’s fine to go later. I’ll head to the study room; you go ahead and sleep first."
Caleb Sinclair frowned and asked, "Didn’t you just co back from working overti? Still busy?"
"There are a few docunts and drafts that I need to confirm again. Although I checked them on the way back, I’m still a bit uneasy because tomorrow morning, Nora Joyce has to send them to The National Arts Association,
I need to double-check them, can’t afford any mistakes since they’re needed for the eting the day after tomorrow."
In a gentle, calm voice, Sienna Monroe said, "I’ll be quick, you don’t have to wait for ."
As she spoke, she didn’t wait for Caleb Sinclair to respond and already took steps towards the bedroom door.
Caleb Sinclair’s furrowed brows didn’t relax at all.
The suspicion once again surfaced in his heart.
Lately, she seed to be very averse to his touch, always maintaining a distance.
Could it be...
Just as he thought of this, his phone beeped with another text ssage.
He gathered his thoughts, suppressing the irritation and displeasure in his heart.
He focused his gaze on the screen in his hand.
It wasn’t from that mysterious unfamiliar number.
But his tense heart still found no relief.
Since Sienna Monroe’s miscarriage, and June Ewing forbade him from getting involved with Vivian Nash’s matters, he had heartlessly blocked Vivian Nash’s phone number, WeChat, and any other contact thods.
Though this was an unfamiliar number, the ssage content was enough for him to know who it was from.
[Caleb, I wish to see you, is that okay? I’m waiting for you at Rippling Crest Estates.]
The newly sent ssage read: [Caleb, I know you must hate now, loathe , but I really just want to see you once. I’m still carrying your child.]
From the text alone, it wasn’t hard to infer that this number belonged to Vivian Nash.
Caleb Sinclair’s eyes briefly showed a hint of surprise, quickly followed by a look of nace and coldness.
His once empty chest was instantly filled with rage.
Disappeared for over a month, and she dared to show up again?!
Want to see him?
Where did she find the nerve to say such a thing?!
Did she really think he wouldn’t hold her accountable for Sienna Monroe’s miscarriage?
Since she was back now, might as well et.
The child in her womb should be dealt with as well; delaying isn’t a solution.
If the pregnancy advanced, it would be even more troubleso. Now that she’d co back on her own, he needn’t trouble himself to find her.
He concealed the cold gleam, a faint, thin smile curving at his lips, clenching his fist, allowing veins to bulge from the back of his hand to his arm.
For a long ti, he didn’t reply to the text ssage but exited the page, locking his phone screen as if nothing had happened.
The next day, Sienna Monroe woke up at 7:30, but not wanting to share the breakfast table with Caleb Sinclair or deal with him, she slept in until nine.
By the ti she went downstairs, Caleb Sinclair had already left.
Auntie Miller freshly prepared breakfast.
Probably still shaken by Caleb Sinclair’s attempt to drug her, she even took the rare step of asking for the recipe of two dishes.
Auntie Miller explained the process in great detail.
Upon hearing that it was indeed her handiwork, Sienna Monroe heaved a slight sigh of relief, peacefully enjoying her breakfast.
Her breakfast paused for a mont as she suddenly thought, this might be a solution.
Anyway, it wouldn’t be long now, so perhaps it was best to avoid sharing als with Caleb Sinclair altogether.
Get up late in the morning, spend extra hours at the art gallery in the evening, have dinner before coming back; it’s doable.
It was quite the coincidence, having just ford this plan today when around four in the afternoon, Caleb Sinclair ssaged saying he’d be working late.
She didn’t pay much attention, sending back a casual "Okay" as a perfunctory reply.
However, Vivian Nash acted much faster than Sienna had anticipated.
Around seven in the evening, the private investigator unexpectedly ssaged her, saying that Vivian Nash had driven her white BMW to Room 1408 at The Crestview Hotel.
That was the room where Vivian Nash and Caleb Sinclair conducted their affair.
Caleb Sinclair had renewed the subscription just two months ago; for what reason would she suddenly go there...
Without showing any emotion, she raised an eyebrow slightly.
In less than ten minutes, the private investigator sent another ssage explaining that Caleb Sinclair had also arrived at the hotel.
Indeed.
As expected, the show was about to begin.
Seeing the private investigator’s photos of them separately entering the hotel, Sienna Monroe suddenly laughed out loud.
She typed back: [Keep an eye on when Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash respectively leave the room and take photos as evidence.]
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