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.

another word, the housekeeper turned and slipped out of

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

brightness, she blinked a few times

a moment, disorientation swept over her, and a flicker of hope

"Benson?"

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

the sunlight streaming in behind him, his features

only amplified the natural intensity

Sierra took in the full view of his face, the faint hope in her eyes vanished in an instant. Her already pale complexion drained further,

Why is

It was Theo-Benson's uncle.

disappointed to see me?" His voice was cool and edged with a teasing trace of

he approached the bed.

and fear toward him. She forced herself to remain calm, though her stiff expression betrayed her

for

is the second time you've mistaken me

cut through the air, cold and laced

back

been three years ago, at the Gray Manor. She had gone there looking for Benson and had spotted a young man standing

similar to Benson's, and he was even wearing the