Chapter 1085: Dominance
Chapter 1085: Dominance
Although he had said she deserved it, his hand gently caressed her forehead.
Sienna pursed her lips lightly and, tilting her head upwards, stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her
initiative left Rex powerless to resist.
Sienna always had her way, every time without fail.
And so, the matter at hand was resolved in this manner.
Finally, Rex spoke, "I''m not afraid or worried, but I don''t want you to keep things from me. So, no matter
what happens, you need to tell me, okay?"
Sienna nodded and said, "Mm-hmm, I got it, I got it!"
Her words were promising, but she often forgot.
Since Camille wasn''t going to the office, Sienna went out with Rex.
As they passed by the vi where Camille and Ayan lived, Sienna couldn''t help but bring it up, "Ayan
has been away on a business trip for two days, right? Why hasn''t hee back yet?"
It made Rex ufortable, and he responded coldly, "What are you talking about?"
Sienna didn''t realize the mistake in her words and repeated herself.
Rex, his gaze fixed on the window, reached over to cup her cheek and, in a cold and indifferent tone,
said, "Sienna, do you know what you''re saying? It''s best not to mention or even think about anything
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His possessiveness left Sienna slightly stunned, but she soon realized it and smiled, asking, "Mr. Ward,
do you have to be so dominant?"
Rex gazed at her expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to be saying that this approach was currently
ineffective.
Sienna could only bite her lip and remain silent, her face showing a gentle expression as she gazed at
Rex. She whispered, "Then I was wrong, okay?"
"Do you truly understand your mistake?"
"Of course, I know I was wrong, and I''ll change for the better."
"Humph!" Rex didn''t believe her; this woman had him manipted.
They continued chatting and arrived at thepany. Due to the online events of the previous day,
there was some chatter within thepany.
As Sienna entered thepany''s doors, she overheard a few female employees discussing. "Miss
Armstrong''s mother is going too far, isn''t she? It doesn''t feel like the way a mother treats her own
daughter. Even my mom, who strongly favors sons, wouldn''t treat me this way, at least not to the extent
of treating my life as a joke."
Another female employee chimed in, "I think the same. Miss Armstrong is such a good person, so why
does her mother act this way? If she wasn''t her own daughter, why would she continually pester Miss
Armstrong and offer her so many benefits and favors?"
Sienna heard their conversations, and rather than thinking they were gossiping about Camille''s
personal life behind her back, she believed they had valid points. After all, the facts they stated were
undeniable. Both Page and the Armstrong family indeed treated Camille unfairly.
Normally, partiality would be disyed on one side, but in the case of the Armstrong family, it was
evident on both sides.
What Page had done, especially, had gone beyond the expectations and imaginations of everyone.
Such actions did not seem fitting for a mother.
Sienna sighed silently and cleared her throat before proceeding inside. She did not reveal that she had
overheard the conversation, choosing instead to appear as though she had not heard them. She
greeted her coworkers with a gentle expression and a faint smile on her face.
Sienna went directly to her office. She hadn''t damaged Camille''s reputation or spoken ill of Camille, so
she didn''t want to get involved.
All her focus was on Camille. As long as someone said a bad word about Camille, she couldn''t stand it.
Because Camille was her best friend, and friends needed to support each other.
However, Camille was unaware of Sienna''s efforts. She was still deep in slumber.
The curtains were drawn in the room, and the soundproofing was excellent. It was as quiet aste at
night.
Camille slept until close to noon.
After waking up, she opened the sun-blocking curtains and theny in bed, not wanting to get up. The
bedroom door knocked at this moment.
Camille thought it was the housekeeper and casually said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Camille was facing the window, so she didn''t see
who entered. Her eyes were focused on the faint outside view as she remained silent. The room was
carpeted, so there were no footsteps to indicate the person''s arrival.
But as Camille noticed that the housekeeper wasn''t responding, she turned to look. Just as she was
about to turn around, a dark figure suddenly pressed down on her.
Camille was too stunned to make a sound as she found herself enveloped in the person''s arms.
She gazed wide-eyed at the person before her, the man who had not returned her messages from
Dane City justst night.
How had he suddenly returned?
Of course, he had mentioned he would be back today, but she didn''t expect it to be so soon.
Camille froze, her entire being utterly still. She stared at the man before her, and for a while, there was
no response or sound.
Instead, it was Ayan who broke the silence, "Why are you not speaking? Did you be unhappy
upon seeing me?"
Camille bit her lip, shaking her head lightly, and remained in the man''s embrace. She didn''t make any
move, even though her position was slightly ufortable.
At this moment, she simply wanted to be held by Ayan quietly, to feel the significance of his presence.
Seeing the reliance in her eyes, Ayan no longer asked questions. He turned to the side, taking her with
him and wrapping both of them with the nket, making it morefortable for both.
Theyy like that, neither of them speaking. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly calm, so quiet
it was as if they could hear each other''s heartbeats.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Camille''s voice finally broke the silence, "Why did you
"Didn''t I say I''d be back today?"
"Why so soon? You didn''t even tell me, so I could pick you up!"
"Didn''t you drink my winest night? Are you sure you could''ve woken up to pick me up?"
Ayan teased, his voice low.
His words made Camille recall the events ofst night. She lifted her hand to cover her eyes to avoid
Ayan''s gaze. In a low voice, she said, "What''s wrong with having a drink? Are you so stingy that you
won''t even let me have some?"
Ayan pinched her chin and had to forcibly remove her hand. His voice was deep and hoarse, "Why
would you want to drink alone?"