CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 158: BUT SHE CAN MAKE HIM DRINK IT

Sienna Monroe’s gaze landed on the milk in his hand, a trace of coldness flickering deep in her eyes.

Drinking it was certainly out of the question.

But... she could make him drink it.

Otherwise, such expensive milk would go to waste.

She spoke calmly, "When I came up just now, I had a bowl of the red date and white fungus soup Auntie Miller made, I can’t drink the milk."

Caleb Sinclair looked helpless, patiently coaxing, "I didn’t think it through, but you usually don’t sleep well and are prone to nightmares. This is meant to help you sleep."

Sienna frowned slightly, looking conflicted, as if to say, "I know you’re concerned about me, but I’m just too full to drink it."

Finally, she sighed in compromise, "But such a big glass, I can’t finish it. I’ll end up throwing up. You can help me with a bit. Drink to... here."

Her slender finger pointed to a third of the way down the glass.

A hint of slyness and guilt flashed in her eyes.

Caleb was stunned, his heart sinking slightly.

His grip on the glass tightened as he caught the emotion in her eyes, letting out a small laugh, "It’s not medicine anyway. Why avoid drinking milk? Naughty."

Sienna softened her tone, almost coquettishly, "I really can’t drink anymore, my stomach can’t take it. You drink it, just leave two or three sips for me."

Caleb’s eyes darkened slightly.

There was medicine in there specially prepared for her, of course, he couldn’t drink it!

After some consideration, he reluctantly sighed, affectionately patting her head.

"You know, I never liked milk. No worries, just drink what you can, and I’ll dispose of the rest."

He indeed didn’t like milk.

But before, whenever she wanted him to drink it, he never refused.

Sienna coldly sneered in her heart, yet on her face, she showed pure concern and pity.

Her beautiful, tranquil eyes drooped as she gently said, "I know, but you care for me, and I care for you too. Haven’t you also been sleeping poorly lately?

I understand that my reporting on Radiance Beauty Spa upset you, but it pains me too.

Especially seeing you tossing and turning, unable to sleep each night, I feel guilty, but... I... don’t know how to comfort you,

afraid that if you hear it, it’ll only fuel your resentment and hatred for me, I..."

Towards the end, her soft, clear voice carried a hint of sobbing, perfectly stopping at the right time.

Caleb, upon hearing this, felt his heart collapse at one corner.

To say there was no resentment at all would be unrealistic, but there was no way around it; he couldn’t live without her nor bear to lose her.

These days he indeed had trouble sleeping, too many things weighing on his mind.

Making him restless all day.

Now, knowing that Sienna actually cared for him seemed enough.

The rest he could forgive and forget.

As long as her heart stayed with him.

"When did I ever blame you? Sienna, no one in this world loves you more than I do. I honestly, truly adore you."

His face was full of affection and sincerity, those deep eyes like an ancient pond, wanting to completely draw her in.

To make her wholly lose her way within, never to emerge again.

Especially that last sentence, carried some urgency.

Eager to tell her how important she was to him.

Even more so than his mother, June Ewing.

But then again, so what?

His filthy love was something she couldn’t afford.

Nor could she bear it.

Sienna fiercely suppressed the wave of sarcasm surging from her chest, blinking lightly.

Looking utterly bewildered and helpless, "You... really don’t blame me?"

Caleb chuckled lightly, holding Sienna’s shoulder.

Gently comforting, "Am I someone who doesn’t understand right from wrong? That situation... wasn’t your fault, and you did the right thing. My insomnia these days is because of work..."

"You, thinking so much unnecessarily, in the future just talk to me anytime, don’t keep it inside, you must speak out.

This milk, if you can’t drink it, so be it."

You see, this green tea trick always works on men.

No wonder he couldn’t leave Vivian Nash, endlessly repeating the cycle.

Vivian Nash used these green tea tactics to firmly bind him.

Sienna sniffled softly, glancing at the milk, nodding slightly.

Her gaze full of hope and underlying concern, "Then drink it, it’ll help you sleep better tonight. Otherwise, tossing and turning, aren’t you uncomfortable too?"

With one sentence, she put Caleb in an awkward position.

Looking at Sienna’s worried expression, he felt a tightness in his chest, his fingers turning white around the glass.

Feeling now like he’d lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

These past days, he’d feigned insomnia, just hoping to catch Sienna’s attention, to make her soften and care for him.

Unexpectedly...

It seemed that putting the medicine in the milk wasn’t the wisest move.

But the medicine was in powdered form, placing it in anything else would easily arouse Sienna’s suspicion.

Under Sienna’s gaze, he couldn’t continue pondering and could only meet her eyes with composure.

He didn’t show a hint of panic.

Even his eyes were full of deep affection and tenderness, softly saying, "It’s okay, even if I don’t drink it, with your care, I’ll sleep well tonight."

Handling such tricky situations with ease had become second nature to him.

Sienna sneered inwardly, but before she could speak, Caleb’s phone on the bedside table rang.

It was a text message alert.

In this grand and quiet bedroom, the crisp and prolonged ringtone was particularly jarring.

Caleb visibly stiffened.

Perhaps influenced by that text from an unknown number, now at the sound of a message, he involuntarily panicked and rejected its presence.

Even the light in his eyes paused.

Then, steadying himself, he said, "You’ve worked late today, you must be tired too. I’ll go pour out the milk, let’s get to sleep early, alright?"