The Wrong Woman

Sienna stepped out of the car, her eyes sweeping over the red and yellow leaves scattered across the ground. She looked up at the long-missed sight of the house. Daniel unloaded the luggage and came to stand beside her. "Let's go inside. The code and fingerprint haven't changed."

Sienna walked up to the door and pressed her fingerprint against the reader. With a soft click, the door unlocked. She pushed the door open.

The spacious living room was bright and airy, unchanged from how she had arranged it. It was still warm and welcoming.

However, there were a few new touches-several bouquets of fresh flowers and a large, newly-acquired green plant added vibrancy to the room. The living room felt alive.

"I'll take the luggage to the room. You can sit for a bit," Daniel said, lifting the suitcase toward the master bedroom.

Sienna turned and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "I can handle it myself."

Daniel paused, then let go and handed it over to her.

Dragging her suitcase and carrying her handbag, Sienna headed toward the guest bedroom-the room she had once slept in.

Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He hesitated, then closed his mouth without uttering a word.

Since they weren't married, it made sense for her to sleep in the guest bedroom. It was just one more day. He wasn't in a hurry.

Sienna unpacked her suitcase, hung her clothes in the closet, and arranged her belongings. She scanned the room, feeling a surge of inexplicable happiness.

The sensation of being home washed over her. Her heart no longer felt like a piece of duckweed drifting aimlessly on a lake.

Sienna stepped out of the room to find Daniel sitting on the living room couch, engrossed in some documents.

tender smile. "Come here for

and sat on

he patted the space beside him.

hesitated briefly before

leaned in closer. "I need your help choosing a few maids for the

the documents Daniel had handed her. They

to hire. One driver to hire. Two security assistants

noticed that there were over a dozen

the two of us in this house. Do we really need to hire

Daniel nodded.

security assistants. "What are

and assistants,"

helpless smile. "That's unnecessary. I'm just an ordinary person. Why would I

cook are essential. You can't

bodyguards will make me feel more at ease when you

glanced down

her

once considered

just for the money and

and she couldn't adapt to such extravagance all at once. Her true nature

a cook and one housekeeper. We