Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 132: He Can Suffer, But He Absolutely Cannot Regret
Although it was a sunny day, the room was dimly lit, with the heavy curtains drawn.
Sienna Monroe had just woken up in such an environment, her eyes still unfocused, and there were two lingering pools of tears from being startled.
Hearing a familiar voice, she was stunned for a moment and tentatively asked, "Caleb Sinclair?"
"Yes, it’s me, I’m back."
Caleb’s voice carried a hint of joy and excitement, yet it remained gentle.
Worried that she might be frightened by his ghostly appearance in the dim environment and unable to see clearly, he hurriedly turned on the floor lamp in the room.
The large bedroom was instantly illuminated by a warm yellow light, not too bright but enough for her to see his face clearly.
It was only four days.
Caleb’s beard had fully grown out and had a certain length to it.
The dark circles under his eyes were severe, and the red blood vessels in his eyes were so prominent that they were alarming.
Sienna couldn’t help but show a look of surprise, then pressed her fingernails into her palms to suppress the repulsion and disgust that emerged from her heart.
She tried hard to purse her lips, and the tears in her eyes gently fell onto the water-green bed sheet following the fluttering of her eyelashes.
Leaving behind two large, hot water stains. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"You... you really came back? Am I not dreaming? When... when did you come back?"
Caleb softly said, "Of course, it’s not a dream. I just got back, silly."
Sienna, tears streaming down her face, quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, stood up, and held his face in her hands.
Sniffling, she looked him up and down, her tone filled with worry and urgency.
"Then what happened to you in the police station these four days? Look at the red blood vessels in your eyes... did the police not let you sleep properly?"
Hearing her words, Caleb’s heart softened completely.
Like a cup of bitter coffee, her current tenderness and concern were like milk and sugar, pouring into the depths of his heart.
The softness of the milk and the sweetness of the sugar melded together, slowly spreading throughout his body.
These past days at the police station, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep.
Even though he learned yesterday that Sienna had been released, his guilt towards his mother still kept him awake at night.
In one night, he had only slept for two hours before being startled awake by a dream.
It seemed like he hadn’t dreamed of anything, yet it also felt like he had dreamed of something.
But he couldn’t remember anything.
Upon waking, only a chaotic and heavy feeling remained in his mind.
To him, this feeling was like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart bit by bit while he was awake.
Now, Sienna’s care and concern completely covered all the anxiety and internal struggle in his heart.
He could feel guilty, he could suffer, but he could never regret.
If Sienna couldn’t be released from the police station, if she couldn’t be removed from this situation.
He would lose both his mother and his wife.
After repeated struggles and considerations, he finally disclosed to Captain Chaney yesterday that his mother intended to use Sienna as a scapegoat, hence forcing Sienna onto this boat.
He also strongly emphasized again that Sienna truly wasn’t aware of the underground dealings.
He thought it was his disclosure and repeated assurances that led the police to release Sienna.
When he learned that Sienna had been released, his heart was filled with great joy but also a slight unease.
He feared that Sienna would once again distance herself from him because of this incident.
However, when he went upstairs, Auntie Miller told him about Sienna’s bewildered state when she returned yesterday morning.
He then understood that she truly cared for him in her heart.
That she also loved him.
This incident hadn’t become a thorn lodged in her heart.
Or rather, there had been so many things happening lately that she hadn’t had the time to let this matter become a thorn piercing her heart.
Which was good.
This way, he wouldn’t have to pull it out himself.
In his heart, it was like a firework had exploded, so loud and joyous beneath the night sky.
Excitedly, he took her hands from his face and, with the other hand, gently wiped away her tears.
In a low, hoarse voice, he whispered softly, like a breath, "Alright, love, I’m fine, really. I’ll take a shower, shave,
have a meal, and sleep, and then everything will be fine. Stop crying, okay? Seeing you cry is breaking my heart."
Sienna sobbed for a few more minutes before stopping, "Then hurry and take a shower, and I’ll ask Auntie Miller to make you something to eat."
With that, she hurriedly attempted to get off the bed.
Caleb, smiling with his eyes, caught her hand, smoothing the messy hair on her forehead, "Auntie Miller is already making it, no need for you to go down. I’ll take a shower, you lie down for a while longer. No more crying, understand?"
Sienna still tried to put her legs down, "But I need to find you some clothes..."
Caleb pressed her back, affectionately tapping her nose, "No need, love, I can handle this myself. You’re still weak, you need good rest, be a good girl."
A hint of reluctance flickered in Sienna’s eyes.
But she reluctantly nodded.
Caleb chuckled. Through these events, he felt even more clearly her dependence on him, to the point where it almost seemed clingy.
He turned to the dressing room to grab a set of pajamas, then headed to the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, the urgency and care in Sienna’s eyes instantly vanished.
She pressed her lips tightly, got out of bed, retrieved the shop transfer contract she had signed yesterday, and tucked it into a scarlet Hermes bag in the dressing room.
In this situation, the signing couldn’t be discovered.
To prevent any complications.
