All Chapters of Love Beyond Contact (English Version): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna’s POV"I'll give you ten million. Leave Denver."The words dropped like cold steel between us, right as he gently placed the coffee cup on the table. He didn’t blink. His eyes held mine—calculated, empty, heavy with judgment. It was as if he was trying to measure my worth with nothing more than a single glance.I didn’t answer right away. I just stared back at him, letting him taste the bitter silence of his failed first move.Then I spoke with quiet defiance, “I won’t accept your money.”He chuckled, short and dry. “Of course, you’d say that. At first.”He leaned forward slightly, reached into the inside pocket of his coat, and pulled out a crisp white envelope. He placed it on the table between us without so much as a word. The gesture was smooth—but the weight of it was unmistakable."How about one hundred million?" he said flatly. "That should be enough to make someone like you disappear—quietly."I stared at the envelope. I didn’t even need to touch it to feel how heavy it

“Mama, the food’s ready,” I called out gently as I peeked into the living room. I smiled when I saw her sitting comfortably on the couch, completely absorbed in her K-drama. Figures—she’s really my mother. I definitely got my obsession from her. I walked to the dining area where the plates and utensils were neatly arranged. Denver was already seated, scrolling through something on his phone. He looked up and gave me a soft smile. “Manang, please join us too,” I invited one of the helpers kindly. Denver and I had cooked plenty of food earlier, and it felt wrong not to share it with everyone in the house. I sat beside Denver while Mama settled across from us. I immediately scooped some rice onto a plate for her. “What happened to your finger, anak?” she asked, eyes narrowing with concern as she noticed the bandage. “I just cut it while chopping onions,” I answered with a sheepish smile and continued serving food. “It’s nothing serious.” Soon, we all started eating. There wasn’t muc

Sienna’s POV“Thanks… but I think I’ll drink this later,” I told Kuya Steve, trying to sound as casual as possible as I took the glass of milk from his hand.I stood up and gently placed the glass on the small table beside my bed, forcing a smile. Something in me didn’t feel right. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my brother, but there was an odd tightness in my chest I couldn’t explain.“So, where did you go, Kuya?” I asked, walking back toward Mama who was sitting on the bed with me.“Yes, you didn’t answer us earlier,” Mama added with a concerned tone. “Is something wrong, Steve?”Kuya Steve let out a deep breath before walking toward us and sitting beside Mama. His eyes avoided mine at first, then he spoke, calm and soft.“I just visited a friend… Sorry for earlier, I was just tired,” he said, giving a small smile.I felt myself relax a bit. I thought something terrible had happened. He looked okay—well, as okay as Kuya could look these days.“You worried us,” Mama said, still a litt

★ Sienna’s POV★After cleaning up Denver’s wound, I went upstairs to check on Kuya Steve. But before I could reach his room, I bumped into Mama on the stairs.“Ma, how’s Kuya?” I asked softly.“He’s in his room already,” she replied.“Ah, I see. I’ll go talk to him for a bit,” I said, about to head up again.But Mama stopped me gently. “No, anak. Let him rest. He said he wants to be alone for now. Go take care of Denver instead—you two have a flight to catch.”Her hand softly combed through my hair as we descended the stairs together. I didn’t argue anymore. Maybe Kuya really did need time alone. But still... I couldn’t help but worry.Our luggage was already set by the door. I decided to head to the kitchen for a moment, just to calm myself down.When I returned, I saw Denver talking to Mama again.“Are we leaving now?” I asked as I walked closer to them.They both stopped their conversation as soon as I approached. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but it felt like they were talk

★Sienna’s POV★ During the ride, I couldn’t stop staring out the car window. It felt like I was a little girl seeing snow for the first time—which, well, I actually was. Everything looked so magical. Korea was beautiful. The streets were lined with lights, the sidewalks blanketed in snow, and every turn we took felt like a scene straight out of a romantic movie. I could already feel Christmas in the air. “Denver, is your condo still far from here?” I asked, eyes still glued to the window. “We need to stop by Hyundai Seoul first,” he replied. I turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that?” “It’s a mall. Don’t worry, it’s nearby. We just need to grab you some warm clothes,” he answered with a smile. “Oh… okay.” I nodded and looked back outside, taking in every snow-covered building we passed. We fell into a comfortable silence—not awkward at all, just peaceful. I found myself smiling without even realizing it. There was something about Denver’s presence that made me