Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 128: Living in the Same Community

Sebastian Prescott heard this and a look of appreciation with deeper meaning flashed across his eyes as he gazed at her.

Although Sienna Monroe has striking looks, her demeanor is like an elegant landscape painting: serene and beautiful, gentle and calm.

But her composure, rationality, and clarity, along with decisiveness, were beyond what he expected.

The idiom "bear a grudge" doesn’t suit her. More accurately, it’s "clear about grievances and gratitude."

She wouldn’t excessively spread kindness on certain matters, nor would she easily soften her heart towards those who have harmed her.

Just like how she is with June Ewing and Caleb Sinclair now.

Often, the hearts of such people are the hardest to penetrate.

There was a faint, barely noticeable smile at the bottom of his eyes, but he still instinctively used the teacup to cover it.

As she looked over, he pretended to recall something and asked, "What about Vivian Nash? Has June Ewing not found out where she is?"

Sienna was taken aback.

These past few days, she had been focused on acting and thinking about June Ewing’s matters.

She had actually forgotten about Vivian Nash.

When the text told her that Vivian Nash would flee with a ball, she sent a message to the private detective, asking him to keep an eye on her, but she hadn’t received any response from him while hospitalized.

She wasn’t sure what the situation was now.

Logically speaking, if there had been any progress or results, he would have contacted her.

She considered it and said, "I really don’t know. But Vivian Nash is someone who knows how to seize opportunities. Now that June Ewing is in trouble, and she is pregnant, she will definitely come back after a while."

The time when Vivian Nash returns, and what she comes back for, have nothing to do with her.

But as long as she dares to return, Sienna is determined to make her pay the appropriate price for her murderous intent and actions.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes, and the two of them tacitly stopped the conversation.

Sebastian Prescott reached out to take her soup bowl and served her a bowl of lotus root and pork rib soup.

Just as Sienna Monroe was about to take it, Sebastian Prescott had already leaned over and placed the soup bowl in front of her, without looking at her, only saying, "Be careful, it’s hot."

Her raised hand froze in mid-air, she looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you."

Sebastian Prescott met her gaze for a moment, said nothing, served himself a bowl of soup, and tasted it.

Mmm, the taste hasn’t changed.

As Sebastian said, the lotus root and pork rib soup at this place was good, and so were the dishes.

It was also the only full meal Sienna had had in the past seven days.

No need to act, just comfort.

She drank a good three to four bowls of soup, her delicate eyebrows relaxed, and the spine that had been tense for a while now drooped lightly, a pair of beautiful, gentle almond eyes that no longer showed previous sorrow and hollowness.

Only bits of light remained, as if filled with a whole galaxy, radiant and shimmering.

Sebastian Prescott moved his gaze away from her face, landing on the now empty clay pot, hesitating slightly, and asked, "If it’s not enough, we can order another."

Sienna Monroe heard this, quickly put down the bowl, shook her head, and said, "No, no, I’ve had enough."

Sebastian Prescott moved his lips slightly, said no more, and called the waiter for the bill.

When they left the restaurant, the afternoon sun finally broke through the clouds and slanted down.

The snow on the branches turned into countless tiny diamonds, each one bursting with dazzling star-like brilliance.

After two days of snow in Imperial City, it had cleared up again.

The weather this winter was truly unpredictable.

Suddenly, Sebastian Prescott asked, "Do you have somewhere to go?"

Sienna Monroe snapped back to reality.

She couldn’t go back to Moonlit Villa Estates now, nor was it convenient to return to the Northgate side.

That left only...

She nodded gently, "Yes."

"The address." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"The Left Bank Garden."

Sebastian Prescott heard this and was taken aback, "The Left Bank Garden?"

Sienna Monroe was confused by his reaction, "Yes, what... what’s wrong?"

Sebastian moved his lips, his long eyes narrowing slightly, falling slowly on her face, which still didn’t look very healthy.

"I live there."

"Ah?" Sienna Monroe was astonished.

The Left Bank Courtyard is a project under Hughes Property Group. And this apartment was a wedding gift from her uncle Finnian before she married Caleb Sinclair.

Uncle Finnian even took care of the house’s decoration.

Uncle said that Southcroft and Northgate were two hours apart by car, and he was afraid that if she and Caleb quarreled, she would have no place to stay if she left home.

Over the years, although she hadn’t stayed there, she would have the cleaning company clean it every two weeks.

She really didn’t expect such a coincidence, that Sebastian Prescott also lived at The Left Bank Courtyard.

"Which building do you live in?"

"Building 6."

Sienna Monroe was taken aback, her voice involuntarily raised a few pitches, "Which floor?"

"15th floor."

Seeing her expression, it was clear they were probably in the same building. The surprise had already subsided in his eyes.

Sienna Monroe said, "I’m on the 11th floor."

Sebastian Prescott’s heart seemed gently brushed by a feather. He nodded, looking calm and indifferent, "Let’s go, I’ll take you back."

Seeing how calm he was, with only a moment of surprise, Sienna couldn’t help but self-reflect.

Why was she so reactive?

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at The Left Bank Garden. He didn’t drive the car in, stopping at the entrance.

He said to her, "I have to make a trip to the courthouse later, so I won’t be going in."

"Okay." Sienna Monroe unbuckled her seatbelt and thanked him solemnly, "Thank you for today."

Sebastian Prescott turned to look at her, his soft tone with just a hint of ease, "No need to thank me, it’s my duty."

Sienna Monroe opened the car door and got out, "Then be safe on your way."

Sebastian Prescott nodded slightly to her, then restarted the car and drove away.

Sienna Monroe turned and walked into the complex. Once home, she intended to take a shower.

But when she opened the closet, she remembered that she didn’t have her toiletries there, nor any change of clothes.

The nearest mall was about twenty kilometers away.

She didn’t want to make the trip.

Thinking about it, she took out her phone and called Nora Joyce, asking her to bring over a few sets of clothes, while she ordered some toiletries from an app.

Half an hour later, the toiletries delivery arrived, and Nora also arrived with seven or eight bags.

Inside were four sets of clothes, a set of pajamas, two coats, and a pair of shoes.

After bathing, she instantly felt much fresher.

Nora Joyce looked at her, seeing her thin and not in great health, worriedly asked, "Director, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, really good, don’t worry." Sienna Monroe smiled and said, "Tell me about the recent situation at the art museum first."

Nora Joyce, hearing that her voice was no different from before, began to talk about the progress and issues encountered during the week’s exhibition setup.

After speaking, she paused and remembered to ask, "By the way, I wonder if the director has heard of the Orlano painter Ivy."