Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 207: An Implicit Confession

"Hmm?"

Sienna Monroe looked up and met his eyes, then smiled lightly, "It’s nothing, just that this decor style... is quite like yours."

Sebastian Prescott was slightly taken aback, recalling the warm and elegant decorations in Sienna’s home, with a few playful and spontaneous oil paintings hanging on the walls.

These tiny details reveal the mindset and character of the person who painted the picture.

With just a brief thought, he inexplicably remembered Sienna whom he had seen on the marriage certificate before.

Beautiful and gentle, her eyes shone with bright, brilliant light.

She was also the princess raised with care by The Monroe Family, with a bit of innocence and liveliness, as one would expect.

Returning to his senses, he looked again at his plain, cold house, which had no warmth to speak of, and indeed, there was no comparison.

He pressed his lips together.

The meaning behind her words was naturally not hard to discern.

Adjectives like "cold," "indifferent," "taciturn," "aloof," he had heard far too many since childhood.

With long fingers pinching a thermometer, he asked, "Do you think it’s good... or not good?"

Upon hearing this, Sienna couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise on her face.

Was he asking about whether the room’s decor was good, or if he was referring to the meaning in her words—whether his cool personality was good or not?

Seeing his expression so serious and focused, she opened her mouth.

Carefully, she began, "Everyone’s character, temperament, including hobbies and interests are different; there are as many ways as there are individuals.

Take painters, for example. Some people like only one style their entire lives, yet the artistic conception of art is so vast. They may like or be obsessed with that one style, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like other styles."

Towards the end, the curve at the corner of her lips deepened, and in her serene and beautiful almond eyes, two strands of soft light flickered.

The stars hanging in the sky outside seemed to fade and grow dim all at once.

Sebastian’s grip on the thermometer suddenly tightened slightly.

His voice unintentionally became a bit hoarser, "Do you like it now?"

Do you like this decor style?

And, do you like... me?

Sienna was momentarily startled, immediately catching the flash of scorching light in his eyes, as if it was going to ignite the world.

In an instant, she felt as though she was in a sea of fire, with nowhere to struggle, only allowing her blood to slowly boil.

Ultimately, even her taut nerves and cells became a wisp of smoke named "flutter," slowly drifting in the air, unable to find a destination.

This implicit confession came unexpectedly.

Like a cannonball, it fell straight from the sky, nearly breaching the walls she had built in her heart.

Her heart was uncontrollably thudding, and a strange feeling was surging through her body like an electric current.

Yes, it couldn’t be denied.

At this moment, her heart was indeed thrown into chaos because of his words and his deep gaze.

Do you like it?

She asked herself over and over in her heart.

But it seemed she couldn’t find the answer.

Her initial feelings for Sebastian were more like those of friends helping each other, but now?

Maybe things had changed, however...

She had just struggled so hard to break free from the chains of marriage.

But the echoes of despair and pain still lingered all over her body; she couldn’t ignore them.

Now, the hurdle of marriage stood behind the walls she had built in her heart.

Even if the walls collapsed, the hurdle would still be there.

To put it simply, "Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of a rope."

Amid their silence, Sebastian caught the momentary distraction in her eyes.

Was she... daydreaming?

Daydreaming under such a serious and sincere confession?

The pursuit of his beloved seemed still far away.

He helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth, wondering if he was being too hasty since she had only recently divorced.

If he interrupted before she’d unraveled the tangled thread, it would be easier to disrupt her pace.

But...

Matters of the heart were like unsolvable math problems; besides writing the word "solve" next to them, he seemed unable to find or clarify any other thoughts.

His gaze naturally shifted from her face to the item in her hand, casually changing the subject, "Is this fever medicine?"

Sienna, immersed in her muddled thoughts, was suddenly pulled ashore by the clear, deep voice.

Looking at him blankly, she inexplicably felt a hint of bitterness in her mouth.

"Yes, I checked the expiry date. There’s only this kind of fever medicine at home; you can take it later with the anti-inflammatory medicine we brought back from the hospital last night.

I also brought two cooling gel patches; we can physically reduce your fever later. You measure your temperature first, and I’ll get some warm water..."

Saying this, she started to walk towards the kitchen and suddenly remembered, "Oh, it’s not good to take medicine on an empty stomach; should you eat something before taking it?"

Sebastian nodded gently, "Yeah. There are ingredients in the fridge. I’ll check after taking my temperature..."

"Just sit down first, can I have a look in the fridge?"

Sienna interrupted him.

Sebastian paused and agreed, "Okay." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Sienna smiled lightly and went straight to the kitchen.

Unlike her home, the kitchen at Sebastian’s didn’t exude a cozy atmosphere. Although there were obvious signs of use, it still lacked any sense of warmth or life.

Cold and empty.

The contents of the fridge were reasonably complete, and particularly organized, with some drinks and water, some fruits and vegetables, as well as bread and eggs, everything in perfect order.

As Sienna was about to take out the eggs, Sebastian walked over unexpectedly.

His voice was a bit deep, "If you’re making breakfast, make it for two."

Sienna turned her head to look at him, without being coy or embarrassed, nodded in agreement, "Alright."

Her cooking skills weren’t outstanding, but she managed to fry two sunny-side-up eggs with bacon and ham slices and made two bowls of clear soup noodles.

And just like that, a simple breakfast was complete.

The thermometer showed thirty-nine point four degrees.

That was indeed a high fever.

After breakfast, Sebastian broke into a sweat and felt a bit more awake.

He returned to his room to change clothes, and Sienna mentioned checking the wound on his arm.

To see if there was any redness or bleeding.

Sebastian gave her a deep look, then took off his shirt with one hand.

He put on another light-colored round-neck home shirt, the wound was about seven to eight centimeters below the shoulder, rolling up the sleeve was quite difficult, and it wasn’t very clear.

It was also easy to touch the wound.

Sienna was startled by his act of undressing, instinctively taking two steps back.

Sebastian spoke casually, "Take a look."

His words were such as if she were someone impertinent, making some improper requests of him.

Leaving him with no choice but to reluctantly comply.

"..."

Sienna looked at him speechlessly, at a loss for words.

Noticing her gaze, Sebastian lifted his eyelids slightly and asked indifferently, "What’s wrong?"