Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

SIENNA

Sylvester stood by the counter of the kitchen with a soft smile on his face as he watched me emerge from down the stairs. I wanted to watch him smile this way at me forever but at the same time, I wanted to go away from him because what he did hurt me. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, but at that moment, I chose to focus on the calmness I felt after the bath, which was really nice, by the way.

"Feeling better?" he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, still unable to find the right words to express my gratitude. The clothes he provided may have been a bit oversized, but they carried a comforting warmth that seemed to extend beyond just the fabric. It was his, and wearing whatever was his just gave me this sense of comfort.

"I appreciate this," I finally said, my voice a gentle acknowledgment.

He nodded in return, his gaze lingering on me. "It's the least I could do,” he said.

“Of course.” The air held a fragile tension, a silent acknowledgment of t