Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 175: Your Love Is Too Dirty— I Don’t Need It!

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Your Love Is Too Dirty— I Don’t Need It!

Sienna Monroe pulled her hand back in annoyance, her gaze fixed steadily on him.

Tears still welled in her eyes, and she let out a cold laugh.

Her tone was like shards of ice falling into his lung, "Fine, since you say it’s a tonic for energy and blood, do you dare to let me take these drinks for testing?"

She pointed at the juice on the counter, "Do you dare?!"

Caleb Sinclair’s heart pounded wildly, and a sharp pain crept into his lungs, his fingertips trembling.

The hatred and anger in her gaze engulfed him like a tide, suffocating him.

He opened his mouth, but countless words seemed stuck in his throat.

In the end, nothing came out.

Does he dare?

Of course not!

No one knows better than him what that white powder is.

And this half-minute silence was enough to explain everything.

Sienna Monroe stepped back in despair and pain.

Tears fell, and after a while, she laughed bitterly, "This is the man I entrusted with my heart for six years!

Ha, Caleb Sinclair, I never thought you could be so beastly in human guise! How blind and foolish I was to marry a hypocritical, cruel person like you!"

At this moment, the love and hate were like a double-edged sword, piercing right into his heart, drawing blood instantly.

The incandescent light in the kitchen seemed even more glaring than the sun outside, exposing his every defense.

Caleb Sinclair was utterly flustered.

"Sienna, no, I can explain, it’s just that I can’t bear to lose you, I can’t live without you, I never meant to hurt you, I..."

But Sienna was tired, she had no patience left to listen to him.

She sneered, "Why should I wrong myself to fulfill The Sterling Family after the New Year?! Caleb Sinclair, we’re getting a divorce.

If you don’t agree, then we’ll go to court until we’re divorced!"

Having said that, she furiously pointed toward the door, ordering him out, "Get out! Get out! Just looking at you makes me feel dirty!"

Dirty?

Just looking at him feels dirty?

Caleb Sinclair was stunned.

He felt as if Sienna was cruelly pulling out the sword stuck in his heart, letting the blood flow freely.

But soon, something hidden in that cold gust of wind cut into his heart.

His tears came pouring out, desperately wanting to hold onto her.

Yet like sand slipping through his fingers, the tighter he held, the faster he lost.

He begged humbly, "Sienna, I was wrong, I truly love you, please give me another chance..."

Disgust and resentment flashed in Sienna’s eyes, along with a hint of disappointment that he couldn’t ignore, "Your love is too filthy, I don’t need it! Get out!"

He’s too malicious!

Who could bear such suffocating and deadly love?

If only...

If only she could go back to before she met him?

She regretted meeting him so much.

Caleb Sinclair stood rooted, unwilling to move, tears streaking his face more and more deeply.

Sienna Monroe had lost her last ounce of patience, unwilling to continue entangling with him.

A fire of anger burned in her chest, a fire so fierce that it threatened to consume all her reason and sanity in an instant.

She reached out to push him out the door, along with the desserts he brought, smashing them against him.

"Don’t let me see you again!"

Coldly leaving these words, she paid no mind to Caleb’s pale and embarrassed face, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

Hard to tell if it was being too immersed in the role, or... because she was the one in the role to begin with.

Her emotions were indeed affected by that hint of acted despair.

Those words of hatred and regret, were they not spoken from the heart?

Tears froze on her face, and the taut string seemed to show signs of breaking.

This drama, lasting four months, had truly come to an end now.

Suddenly, a gray and black checkered handkerchief was offered, held by a long, jade-like, well-defined hand.

A familiar, low, and clear voice sounded by her ear, "Wipe your face."

Sienna paused, turning slowly, staring blankly at the man in front of her, tears falling softly with the blink of her lashes.

Sebastian Prescott looked at the tear stains on her cheek, hesitantly moving his hand holding the handkerchief, but ultimately he didn’t make any further motion.

Luckily, Sienna took the handkerchief.

The handkerchief was pure cotton, soft to the touch, with a faint coolness as her fingertips brushed over it.

"Thank you."

She moved her lips, but couldn’t muster a smile.

Feeling embarrassed for having been seen crying, she turned away, wiping her face roughly with the handkerchief.

Seeing through the wall’s video doorbell that Caleb remained outside, she frowned.

Calming herself, she refocused her gaze on Sebastian, "He’s still there; I might need to trouble you to stay a bit longer. Sorry for wasting your time."

Sebastian nodded, seemingly unconcerned about the time, glancing at her red-rimmed eyes before following her back to the living room.

"You and Caleb Sinclair just now... what were you arguing about?" that made you so emotional and upset.

The latter half of the question was stifled in his throat.

He didn’t say it out loud.

The study’s door had good soundproofing, and he had only faintly heard Sienna’s voice.

At the time, he was concerned something was wrong and slightly opened the door, only to hear Sienna say "this is the man I trusted wholeheartedly for six years."

He furrowed his brow slightly, unsure of the truth and not knowing whether she was acting, so he closed the door again.

Afraid of disrupting her plan.

At his words, Sienna clenched the handkerchief, her fingertips slightly whitening, her tone relatively calm, "He was drugging me."

A flicker of incredulity flashed through Sebastian’s deep and indifferent eyes, then turned to sternness, "Drugging?"

Sienna gave him a bleak smile, "Isn’t it laughable? Ridiculous?"

Sebastian’s expression turned grave, lips pressed in a tight line.

But he didn’t know how to console her, pondering his next words, "Where did he drug it, can you obtain evidence?"

Sienna walked to the kitchen, pointing at the puddle of juice residue and a small clear plastic bag.

"Do you have disposable cups or something?"

Sienna nodded, opened a cabinet, and handed him a disposable cup.

Sebastian took it, leaning slightly to scrape the juice on the counter into the cup.

She knew he was collecting evidence.

He asked further, "Do you have any video of him drugging it?"

"No."

Sebastian came at the right time, and besides, she didn’t know how Caleb would drug it, she hadn’t thoroughly prepared cameras in the kitchen beforehand.

Sebastian took a tissue from the dining table, tossing the small clear bag into the disposable cup.

"I’ll have the juice and the white powder in the bag examined. But..."

He weighed his words, "Without concrete evidence beyond your eyewitness account, if you call the police, he could easily turn it against you, claiming slander."