A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 4 "Then forget it." Theo's voice was low, cutting through the air with an icy finality.

Adrian instantly closed his mouth. Without another word, he hurried to open the car door, his movements sharp and efficient.

By the time Benson staggered home, it was already night. He stumbled through the door, clearly drunk, and started yelling the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Where's Sierra? Didn't she come to apologize yet? Tell her to make me my special hangover remedy!"

It wasn't long before the housekeeper emerged from another part of the house.

"Young Mr. Gray, Ms. Shaw isn't here," she said politely.

Benson froze, a frown of disbelief settling on his face. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the messages he'd sent Sierra earlier, instructing her to have his hangover remedy ready. No reply.

Well, well, well. So Sierra dared to ignore him.

His fury simmered beneath the surface, and with a sharp motion, he flung his phone onto the bed, his expression darkening.

The housekeeper, sensing the storm brewing in his mood, spoke cautiously. "Young Mr. Gray, would you like me to prepare the hangover remedy instead?"

"No! Get out!" Benson snapped, his voice sharp and cutting.

word, the housekeeper turned and slipped out of

next morning, the sharp tang of freshly sprayed disinfectant in the hospital room made her wrinkle her nose in

blinked a few times before noticing a

over her, and a flicker of hope sparked in her chest. Her voice, hoarse from

"Benson?"

the sound of her voice.

him, his features were cast in sharp

way his eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes only amplified the natural

the faint hope in her eyes vanished in an instant. Her already pale complexion drained further, leaving her

Theo? Why is

It was Theo-Benson's uncle.

you disappointed to see me?" His voice was cool and edged

tall frame towering over her as he approached the bed.

him. She forced herself to remain calm, though her stiff

you for someone else," she

this is the second time you've mistaken me for

through the air, cold and laced

slightly as her thoughts drifted back to the first time she had

three years ago, at the Gray Manor. She had gone there looking for Benson and had spotted a young man standing in the garden with his back to

even wearing the same