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

the next morning, the sharp tang of freshly sprayed disinfectant in the hospital

few times before noticing

a moment, disorientation swept over her, and a flicker of hope sparked in her chest. Her voice, hoarse from disuse, broke

"Benson?"

her voice. Slowly, he turned to face her, his expression

in behind him,

way his eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes only amplified the natural intensity and sharpness he seemed to

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

Theo? Why is it

It was Theo-Benson's uncle.

voice was cool and edged with

her as he approached the bed. The shadow he

and fear toward him. She forced

I just mistook you for

second time you've mistaken me

sharp tone cut through the air, cold

eyes flickered slightly as her thoughts drifted back to the first time she

for Benson and had spotted

was strikingly similar to Benson's, and he was even wearing the same style of white loungewear Benson often