Chapter 5

Tristan studied Sienna's calm expression, the complete lack of emotion in her eyes.

That inexplicable irritation and discomfort came rushing back, stronger than ever.

“So you're still not angry?” he couldn't help asking.

Sienna gave him a puzzled look.

“You had a perfectly good reason. Why would I be angry?”

Tristan was speechless.

She was right. He had a perfectly good reason.

So why did her being so understanding make him feel even worse?

He would've preferred it if she'd cried, argued, questioned him, or lost her temper.

Anything would have been better than this calm, rational, perfectly considerate girlfriend who never complained about anything.

“I...” He opened his mouth, but in the end, all he said was, “I've cleared my work schedule for the next few days. I'll stay here and take care of you.”

He stood up to get her a glass of water.

But just then, his phone rang.

Tristan stiffened.

Sienna heard it too. She calmly looked away, turning her gaze toward the window.

After a moment's hesitation, Tristan took out his phone, walked over to the window, and answered.

Whatever the caller said made his expression change instantly.

His voice rose sharply, barely containing his fury.

“Willa Bennett! Have you lost your mind? Don't you dare get a hotel room with him! Which hotel? Tell me which hotel! Stay right there! I'm coming!”

He hung up and spun around, his face openly showing his agitation and anger.

“Sienna, something urgent just came up at work. I have to go deal with it right away. I'll be back soon!”

With that, he grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the hospital room.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Silence returned.

Sienna lay in bed, staring at the ceiling without expression.

She'd seen it coming.

She didn't even need to guess what Willa had said.

It was undoubtedly something designed to provoke Tristan, make him lose his composure, and send him running to her, abandoning his injured girlfriend without a second thought.

It was such a familiar routine.

Except this time, Sienna didn't even feel hurt.

She reached for the call button beside her bed and summoned a nurse.

“Could you help me arrange for a private caregiver? The best one available. Also, my phone's dead. Could I borrow a charger?”

Over the next few days, Sienna hired a caregiver and focused on recovering.

Tristan never called to check on her.

He didn't show up again, either.

And Sienna made no attempt to contact him.

She spent her days quietly in the hospital, reading books, watching shows, and chatting with her caregiver.

The weather was beautiful on the day she was discharged.

Sienna completed the paperwork herself and took a taxi home.

The house was still cold and empty.

She put down her things and began taking care of the last few arrangements before leaving the country.

One day, Sienna went out to take care of some paperwork.

Once everything was taken care of, she found herself in a good mood.

She bought a hot coffee from a street vendor and leisurely made her way home.

As she passed a busy shopping plaza, a young woman carrying a microphone and accompanied by a camera operator stopped her.

“Hi there! We're from a YouTube show called City Hearts, and we're doing street interviews for Valentine's Day! Would you mind answering a few questions?”

Sienna initially wanted to decline, but seeing the hopeful look on the young woman's face, she nodded.

“Wonderful! Valentine's Day is coming up. How are you planning to celebrate with your boyfriend? Have anything special planned?”

The interviewer held the microphone toward her.

Sienna paused.

Boyfriend?

She thought about it for a moment.

Then she looked directly into the camera and smiled.

Her voice was light and perfectly natural.

“I don't have a boyfriend.”

With that, she gave the interviewer a polite nod, turned around, and walked away.