CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: SEBASTIAN PRESCOTT FINDS THE THREE OF THEM INTERESTING

Sienna Monroe didn’t know that Orchid Beauty Salon took the blame for her, nor did she know how June Ewing’s people inexplicably investigated Sebastian Prescott.

The next day was Capital University’s anniversary event.

She wore a light purple Chanel-style suit skirt, paired with knee-high boots, carrying a Chanel bag. Her black wavy hair draped over her slender back, gently swaying with her steps.

Caleb Sinclair was sitting on the living room sofa. Hearing the commotion, he turned around and was caught off guard by the sight of a bright, elegant yet dignified, gentle figure reflected in his almond-shaped eyes.

Ever since he met Sienna Monroe, he knew she was beautiful.

Radiant but not ostentatious, under her curved willow eyebrows were clean, clear, and tranquil phoenix eyes, resembling a pool of autumn water, brilliant as spring flowers, tender and lovely.

The delicate oval face with a rich complexion was adorned with lightly velveted lipstick, tempting and tender.

It seemed she’d rarely dressed up so meticulously for a long time. Usually, she wore makeup, but it was simpler, with an overall style that was more minimalist and capable.

Caleb Sinclair was momentarily stunned, then his eyes overflowed with gentle amusement as he got up and walked over, "Honey, you look beautiful."

He praised her, never sparing his words. Every word was sincere, utterly earnest.

Sienna Monroe glared at him playfully, humming lightly, "Then tell me, when do I not look good?"

Caleb Sinclair chuckled, touched her nose lightly with his finger, his gaze and tone filled with indulgence, "I misspoke, you look good all the time. My wife is always beautiful, the most beautiful."

Sienna Monroe laughed, "Alright, stop teasing, let’s hurry up and head out, or we’ll be late."

They were stuck in traffic for over ten minutes before they could drive into the campus.

As soon as the car was parked, Vivian Nash called.

"Sienna, where are you guys?"

Today happened to be the weekend; the school hadn’t invited Vivian Nash. She casually mentioned the event two days ago, asking if she wanted to join.

Today the school was open to the public, and only the evening banquet required an invitation. But with her and Caleb Sinclair bringing someone along, there was more than enough room.

Vivian Nash pretended to hesitate initially, but only agreed after Sienna Monroe persuaded her.

Sienna Monroe could see through Vivian Nash’s pretense, but since Vivian Nash wanted to go, she just went along with it.

"We just parked the car, where are you now?"

"I’m here at the Foreign Language Building A."

Foreign Language Building was closest to the South Gate. She said, "Okay, we should be there in about five to six minutes, wait there for me."

"Vivian Nash came today too?" Caleb Sinclair asked casually, pulling out the car key.

Sienna Monroe turned to look at him, seeing appropriate surprise in his eyes.

She nodded with a smile, "Mm, it’s the weekend, the art gallery is closed. So, she said she’d come along to join the fun. Back in junior year, her painting of the Sunset over Cruise Ships won the first prize in the 13th Elysia Art Exhibition, bringing great honor to our Capital University art department."

Quite a celebrity, indeed.

She also registered for that art exhibition.

She painted a field of golden wheat and the joy of farmers gathering harvest. But the day before submissions, someone accidentally knocked her painting over into a box of paint.

The painting was ruined just like that.

With only one day left, there wasn’t enough time to finish a new painting.

She had no choice but to give up.

The professor said, had her painting entered the competition, it would definitely rank top three.

The person who knocked over her painting was never found. She cried under the covers for a whole day, how did Vivian Nash comfort her back then?

"Never mind, it was accidental anyway. You won’t make the exhibition, no point in being angry."

"Stop crying, look how swollen your eyes are, it breaks my heart. My painting is still here, if I win, I’ll share half the prize money with you, and we’ll go have a big feast."

Time had that effect; she couldn’t remember more.

But looking back at those two sentences, she felt uncomfortable.

In fact, she had a slight suspicion.

Could Vivian Nash have been the one who pushed her painting?

Back then they never found the answer, now they wouldn’t either.

Her concern was, if back then Vivian Nash already started to harbor false intentions towards her, then she would be quite frightening.

Sienna Monroe brushed away her thoughts, heading to Foreign Language Building A with Caleb Sinclair, passing the pathway leading to the Math and Physics department, and then the east side path leading to the Art department.

Next to the Art department was the gymnasium and the sports field.

The last time she returned to school was the year before; last year Caleb’s company was busy, and her mother passed away. She lacked the heart to return to school for nostalgia and reminiscences.

This year would be the first time.

After walking a few minutes, Sienna Monroe spotted Vivian Nash standing in the sunlight looking at her phone. They hadn’t gotten close when a tall male student approached her asking for her WeChat.

Vivian Nash paused then smiled, tilting her head, "I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend."

Today she dressed rather adorably, a pink sweater with a pleated skirt, a cream white mid-length coat, her hair styled in a side fishtail braid.

Sweet and lively.

She really looked like a university student around twenty years old.

"Wow, not bad, young college students are all over you, huh?"

When the boy left, Sienna Monroe playfully teased, raising her eyebrows suggestively, "Why didn’t your guy come along? He’s that trusting? Letting you come alone?"

"Stop that."

Vivian Nash blushed and glared at her, wrapping her arm around Sienna Monroe’s, sneaking a glance at Caleb Sinclair, seeing his natural expression, no sign of jealousy, she felt both relieved and disappointed.

She secretly wished he would get jealous.

But in the year they’ve been together, he never showed jealousy, while she, contrary to her initial self-interest, was deeply caught in the web of emotions he wove.

Unable to extricate herself.

She pulled back her gaze, pursing her lips.

Before she could dwell in melancholy, the principal, alongside the director, a few teachers, and stakeholders, walked over.

"Mr. Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair, apologies for the neglect."

Caleb Sinclair smiled, "Principal King, you’re too kind."

After Sienna Monroe acknowledged each one, her gaze shifted to the man on Principal King’s right.

The man was dressed in a dark gray suit, posture upright, legs long, face refined, almond-shaped eyes cool and deep, jawline sharp and severe, exuding an air of elegance and class.

Sienna Monroe felt a bit puzzled, her eyes conveying the question, "Are you also a student at Capital University?"

But Sebastian Prescott merely glanced away, looking at the people around her.

Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, his lips curled, an interesting expression played on his face.