CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: COFFEE

Sienna Monroe froze.

Her knuckles gripping the cup turned slightly white.

Although this shop was close to the museum, the construction company he managed was a good forty to fifty minutes away from the museum.

They truly didn’t waste any opportunity to meet up.

The cup concealed the sarcastic curve at the corner of her lips.

How strong must his mentality be, to be able to so shamelessly and comfortably bring her to a restaurant where he and Vivian Nash had dated?

"Sienna, what do you want to eat?" Caleb Sinclair handed her the menu.

Sienna pushed it back to him, "Anything is fine. You order."

Caleb knew she never liked ordering, so he didn’t hesitate and ordered three dishes and a soup, all of which were Sienna’s favorites.

Sienna couldn’t help thinking about him sitting here with Vivian yesterday, dining intimately, which not only made her lose her appetite but even feel a bit nauseous.

But she still forced herself to eat a few bites, afraid Caleb would notice anything.

Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Caleb frowned, "Not eating anymore?"

"Yeah, I’m done."

Caleb sighed helplessly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "You eat so little. It seems your appetite still isn’t good. Hey, tomorrow morning I’ll get up and make rock sugar pear soup for you."

Saying this, he paused and spoke softly, "However... Sienna, I have to go to Glenmore City tomorrow."

Sienna was taken aback, looking up at him, her voice light but her throat feeling dry, "A business trip? What time tomorrow?"

"There’s a meeting tomorrow morning, and after it, I’ll head straight from the company to the airport."

Thinking of his last business trip, it had already been more than twenty days.

Sienna’s breathing tightened, trying to steady her tone, and asked as usual, "How long will you be gone?"

"Three to five days."

"Okay."

She responded lightly, picking up the water cup and taking a sip.

"Sienna, are you unhappy? Then I won’t go. I’ll call Lawrence Sawyer later to have him go for me..."

Lawrence was his assistant.

Sienna lifted a clueless face, "Huh? Where am I unhappy?"

Caleb chuckled, "To me, you’ll always matter more than work."

"I know," Sienna said, "but you can’t slack off with the company matters either. Dad and older brother, second brother are all watching you. You can’t make any mistakes now."

"Sienna, you’re so good. Marrying such a thoughtful and well-mannered wife like you is truly my blessing."

"Alright, hurry up and eat, then we can head home."

Sienna lowered her eyelids, not letting the disappointment, sadness, and contempt in her eyes show.

The next morning, when Sienna went downstairs, Caleb had already prepared rock sugar pear soup, even filling a thermos for her to take to the museum to drink.

Watching him drive out with his luggage, Sienna’s heart felt heavy.

Was he really going on a business trip this time?

This question didn’t linger long in her mind; at seven that evening, when she returned home, she received a text: [Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash checked into The Crestview Hotel, Room 1408.]

Indeed.

Sienna gave a self-deprecating smile, feeling a twinge of nervous anticipation throughout the day.

This feeling was rather inexplicable.

Perhaps it was an emotion derived from a part of her that found it hard to let go of their many years together.

Six years was enough to trap her in the mire, but to get out of it?

How could that be easy?

Sienna took a soft breath, dialed a number, "The Crestview Hotel, Room 1408, I want clear video footage."

With that, she hung up the phone.

The person on the line was a private detective.

After learning that Caleb was meeting Vivian at The Crestview Hotel, she searched for a private detective online,

going herself was not only risky but also tiring.

She didn’t want to sneak around like a thief, hiding in shadows watching them.

It was better to spend some money and have someone take care of it.

Hotel.

The doorbell rang just as Caleb and Vivian had finished a round of exercise and were preparing to continue with a different position.

Vivian, wrapped around Caleb’s neck, playfully asked, "Who could it be?"

Caleb frowned, irritated by the interruption, but as the doorbell kept ringing, it disrupted his mood; he could only gently pat her waist, "I’ll go check."

With that, he sat up, pulled on a white bathrobe, and went to the door. Seeing a delivery person in rider’s gear outside, his frown deepened.

Opening the door with curiosity, "What is it?"

The "rider" had a tiny camera on the chest, smilingly handed the coffee over, "Coffee you ordered, hope you’ll give a Five Stars rating."

"I didn’t order coffee."

"Didn’t order? But... the address is right here, check the number..."

Caleb picked up the order slip and saw it indeed had his phone number.

The "rider" handed him the coffee, ignoring his puzzled and grim expression, then turned and left.

Caleb returned to the room with the coffee, frowning, falling into thought.

Vivian embraced him from behind, nibbling his ear, asking, "What are you zoning out for? Let’s continue."

"Did you order coffee?" Caleb asked, turning his head.

Vivian shook her head, "No, you know I don’t like coffee; I can’t stand that bitter taste. What’s up?"

"Just now, a rider delivered two cups of coffee, with my number on them."

"What?" Vivian was shocked, "Then who ordered it? Could it be... Sienna?"

"Impossible!" Caleb denied it instantly, his gaze darkened, his tone heavy, "She can’t possibly know! Won’t know! Unless..."

He paused appropriately, squinting half his eyes at her.

Vivian was startled, shocked and aggrieved, "You... you suspect me? Would I do something so stupid? Would letting Sienna find out about us do me any good? I can’t even be with you like a normal couple, just sneakily hiding in hotels, and now you’re suspecting me."

She then started sobbing quietly.

Caleb couldn’t bear her crying, hurriedly pulling her into his arms, kissing her tear-stained eyes and lips, "I haven’t said anything; look at you getting all worked up."

"Well, it’s true..."

"Alright, alright. My fault, sorry to have wronged you." Caleb glanced at the two cups of coffee on the table, his frown still not easing, softly coaxing, "Shall we continue?"