A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 293 Support

If Theo had someone he liked, then so be it-they could just get a divorce. That

had been Sierra's plan from the start, anyway.

As for that kiss, she'd just pretend she got bitten by a dog.

She would bury the unusual feelings lingering in her heart deep.

After drying her hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and paused when she saw Theo sitting against the headboard, frowning at a document. She quickly regained her composure and took a pillow. "I'll sleep in the guest room."

Theo's expression darkened. His thin lips pressed together as he got up and blocked her path. "Why?"

Sierra avoided his gaze and tried to keep her voice steady. "We are not suited for sharing a room."

His expression remained unreadable. "A married couple isn't suited to share a room?"

her words. Technically speaking, not only was it appropriate, but it was

Yet...

that she was still holding onto the pillow, unwilling to let go, Theo's eyes flashed with helplessness. He lowered his gaze, patiently saying, "Don't listen to Douglas' nonsense. Melody and I have nothing to do with

know whether to believe him. Images of Benson swearing that he only saw Sophie as a sister flashed through her mind he

that, she didn't dare to trust Theo's words. She lowered her head and was

never coaxed anyone before, felt completely at a loss. His

relationship would be hanging by a

and pulled her firmly into his arms. In a rare moment of patience, he explained, "Douglas and I grew up together. Melody was part of our social circle and went to the same school, but I was never close to

past ten years, don't you think we would

his arms, but his explanation stirred something unfamiliar

her to sit down. He placed both hands on her arms and looked her in the eyes. "If

expression flickered as she

smoothed her slightly messy hair and coaxed in a calm voice, "We're husband and wife, Sierra. Try trusting me more. Don't be so quick to think about leaving,

and hesitation, tinged with an unexpected trace of joy. Her delicate brows

tapped between her brows. His voice was low and gentle. "No need to rush with an answer. You have