All Chapters of Love Beyond Contact (English Version): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sienna sat stiffly in her office chair, staring blankly at the folder Faye had handed her. Her mind, however, wasn’t on the documents—it was on Faye’s words.Why me? she wondered. Did I do something to Claire?Faye wasn’t the type to lie. Sienna trusted her. That made everything more confusing. Claire had always been a bit distant, cold even—but to go out of her way to make Sienna’s life difficult? For what? Just because of Denver?Her eyes drifted toward the single red rose on the desk beside her. It had been sitting there since morning, quiet but impossible to ignore.Seriously, Denver Thompson. You’re not even here, and yet my knees feel like jelly! she grumbled inwardly, shooting the flower an annoyed look.With a deep sigh, she reached for the flower and picked up the folded note tied to its stem. She debated reading it. What if it’s something cheesy? Or worse, a joke?But curiosity got the best of her.She unfolded the paper with hesitant fingers.Dear Sienna,I know you're hurt

★Sienna’s POV★“About the flowers,” he said, his voice quiet but steady.I froze.Oh no… not this. Not now. I knew it—he saw me looking at those stupid flowers on my desk. Why did he have to bring it up while I’m still emotionally unstable, recovering from a breakdown, and clearly at my weakest state?“W-what about them?” I asked without turning to face him. I was still lying down, my back to him. Coward mode: activated.“I left them for you,” Denver admitted.No sound came out of me, but I felt my heart lurch inside my chest. No kidding? Of course, I knew. The handwriting, the letter, the way they smelled like something expensive and sweet. It had his signature all over it.“And the note?” I asked, still trying to act unaffected.“I wrote it. Every word.”Oh my god. My ears are burning.I stayed silent. What am I supposed to say? “Thank you?” “You have beautiful penmanship?” “Wow, you're really trying to make me fall for you, huh?” Because if he is, then… it's working. Slightly. Just

★Third Person POV – Coffee Shop★The cold air was thick with silence.Rain tapped steadily against the glass windows of the quiet coffee shop, soft jazz playing faintly in the background. Outside, the world blurred behind a curtain of rain. Inside, two figures sat facing each other, both nursing untouched drinks, both lost in thoughts they were too afraid to voice.Denver sipped his coffee, but his eyes never left Sienna. She hadn’t said a word since they sat down. Her eyes remained low, her fingers nervously playing with the napkin in front of her. The silence was beginning to weigh heavily on him.What happened between her and Steve? Was he the reason they fought?"You can tell me if something's bothering you," Denver finally said, breaking the silence that had stretched too long between them.Sienna’s fingers paused. Her shoulders tensed.She didn’t look up right away, just stared at the swirl of cream in her coffee."Denver..." she began, voice low and uncertain. "Were you serious

I gently helped Denver sit up and leaned him back against the soft pillows I had fluffed up for him. His body was still trembling from the cold, and I didn’t want the air conditioner to make it worse. I turned it off and returned to his bedside, clutching the clean towel in my hands.“Denver, I’m just going to wipe you down a bit, okay?” I asked gently.He nodded slowly, eyes partly closed. The fatigue was etched deep into his face—his skin pale, lips slightly dry, and hair damp against his forehead.I started with his right arm, wiping it carefully with the warm cloth. Then I moved to the left, using slow, delicate strokes as if each touch might hurt him. My heart ached seeing him like this.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my hand now wrapped around his palm.“For what?” he asked, his voice faint and raspy, barely audible.I paused, met his gaze. Stay calm, Sienna.“For dragging you into the rain,” I said softly, guilt bubbling up inside me as I looked into his deep brown eyes. Even sick,

★Third Person POV★ Three days had passed since Denver recovered from his fever and returned to work with Sienna. But what remained unsettling was the absence of Steve. He hadn’t come home for three days, and Sienna hadn’t received a single message or phone call from him. The worry inside her kept growing with each hour. Where could her brother be? Do you want to know the answer? Okay (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) ★The Day Steve Left★ “I can’t take this anymore. I have to get Sienna away from Denver,” Steve whispered to his reflection in the mirror. He wore a black jacket, his face cold, his eyes intense. For the longest time, Steve had been hiding a truth too heavy to carry—feelings he had buried behind the label of being her “brother.” But deep inside, he knew the truth. And that truth only fueled the thirst he felt to finally claim what he believed was rightfully his. He couldn’t bear to watch Sienna belong to another man—especially not to Denver. He had tolerated Oliver in the past, but now? No