Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 94: Taking a Concubine on Behalf of My Husband
Sienna Monroe felt the chill from the palm, slightly frowned, and forced a smile on her face.
"Really? Then I want to go to Svelta to see the snow mountains..." As she spoke, the smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a look of regret, "But for now, I can’t go."
"What’s wrong? Why can’t you go?" Caleb Sinclair asked with concern.
Because there’s a good show at Rippling Crest Estates tomorrow afternoon, she can’t miss it.
She wants to see Vivian Nash being spat on and falling into the mire with her own eyes.
Moreover, she is also unwilling to go on a trip with him.
Just thinking about the bits and pieces between him and Vivian makes her feel nauseated.
"Did you forget that Audrey and Faye Irving’s joint exhibition is about to start? As the curator, I can’t leave." She withdrew her hand to check the time, "It starts on the 19th of next month, lasts for a month, and by the time it ends, the New Year will be almost here. It looks like we can only go after the New Year."
Caleb Sinclair looked at her full of disappointment and helplessness, seemingly able to feel her need for him; the missing part in his chest seemed to be gradually being filled.
He knew how important the art gallery was to her and couldn’t force her to leave her work to play. That tinge of guilt enveloped him like a tidal wave.
He lowered his head and murmured sincerely, "I’m sorry, Sienna."
Sienna met his gaze and instantly understood what his "I’m sorry" meant.
Sorry for disappointing her, sorry for betraying her, sorry for deceiving her, and even sorry for hurting her.
But she couldn’t bring herself to cheerfully say, "It’s okay."
The scars on her heart still ached subtly, not intensely but enough to remind her of the pain of being betrayed by the two closest people to her.
She suppressed her emotions and smiled, "There’s no rush; let’s wait until after the New Year to go to Svelta. We can still see the snow mountains anyway.
By then, my pregnancy will be more stable, and there will be less risk."
Caleb Sinclair instinctively looked at her flat abdomen, his eyes gentle, "That’s true, we’ll do as you say, go after the New Year."
He hesitated and softly said, "Honey, you don’t seem to have much pregnancy reaction."
Sienna, hearing this, was slightly taken aback. She had thought about this.
But she really couldn’t pretend to be vomiting to death every day. Not only was it too exhausting, but she also didn’t have the psychological fortitude.
It was better to have no reaction at all.
She smiled and said, "It’s strange, come to think of it, my biggest pregnancy reaction is not being able to stand the greasy smell, being picky about what I want to eat, and that’s about it..."
Caleb Sinclair full of warmth, bent down, gently caressing her abdomen, envisioning the child in his mind.
He laughed, "You’re not tormenting mom, such a good baby. When you grow bigger in mom’s belly, dad will read you stories every day, alright?"
Read stories?
Sienna looked at his gentle and loving, fatherly image, feeling indescribable emotions.
He seems to truly be able to treat his infidelity as if it never happened.
Like, as long as she pretends not to know, they can still live the rest of their lives together.
Sadly, she’s not that noble, nor does she have his acting skills.
She just can’t do it.
Sienna forcibly suppressed the subtle sarcasm in her eyes, pushed his hand away, and her voice unconsciously dulled a bit, "What’s the rush? The baby is only over a month now."
Afraid he might notice something, she urged, "Hurry up and wash up. I’m a bit tired, want to sleep."
Pregnant women are most prone to fatigue.
Caleb Sinclair chuckled lightly, looking at her affectionately, and brushed aside the stray hair on her forehead, "Alright, you sleep first, you don’t have to wait for me. Honey, I love you, you’re always the most important in my heart."
The last sentence, not sure if it was said for her to hear, or to deceive himself.
She’s heard this too many times.
Perhaps he really means it, that he loves her.
But he also can’t let go of Vivian’s body, that’s also true.
It doesn’t matter.
Sienna thought this in her heart, but could only put on a pretended anger and gave him a look, "Alright, I know, hurry up and wash."
"Okay."
Watching him enter the bathroom, the smile on her face instantly cooled, and a deep fatigue inexplicably surged up.
Both body and mind.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly dinged.
[From this Sunday to next Thursday, Miles Lockwood will transport the ten kilograms of drugs back from Zanford City in six batches, still hidden in fruits and imported snacks.]
Sienna’s entire body jolted, and all the melancholy and complexity in her heart instantly solidified.
These days, reports about The Albatross’s transportation ship hitting rocks and sinking have still been ongoing.
Two days ago, the police issued a statement about the cause of hitting the rocks, which was explained officially, but most netizens didn’t buy it.
In the past few days, many families of the victims and injured have been outside The Sheffield Group with banners, demanding justice and an explanation from The Sheffield Group.
The Lockwood Group, however, remained beautifully hidden.
She didn’t know if the ten kilograms of drugs had a direct connection with the shipwreck incident, but this was no small matter.
Moreover, according to her analysis, the text messages were reminders to avoid benefit loss and harm to her and Sebastian Prescott.
Although she didn’t exactly understand what secret connection there was between her and Sebastian, she still had to let Sebastian know about this.
Beep!
The WeChat notification sound came through.
She gathered her thoughts; it was a message from Sebastian Prescott: [I’ll be going to the men’s prison tomorrow morning and will be back around one o’clock.]
Before Caleb Sinclair returned, she had already arranged on WeChat to talk with Sebastian Prescott about the Radiance Beauty Spa account books the next morning.
Back around one o’clock?
After talking, it would definitely be past two.
The show at Rippling Crest Estates tomorrow, who knows when it will start.
Sienna Monroe pondered for a while, then typed: [Regarding those ten kilograms of drugs from Miles Lockwood, I have a new lead on that. Let’s meet for lunch tomorrow and discuss it in person?]
On the other end, Sebastian Prescott furrowed his brow.
A new lead on drugs?
His eyes sharpened, and he replied: [Send me the address.]
Sienna searched online for restaurants at Rippling Crest Estates. The closest was a Thai restaurant, but she didn’t like Thai food.
Finally, she chose a seafood congee place and a BBQ restaurant and sent both to Sebastian Prescott, asking which he preferred.
Sebastian wasn’t fond of seafood, so he chose the BBQ place.
The next day, around twelve forty, Sienna arrived early at the BBQ restaurant.
The restaurant was less than a hundred meters from the entrance of Rippling Crest Estates. She specifically chose a seat by the window, which allowed her to see the entrance, though not completely.
She furrowed her brows, feeling a bit disappointed.
She thought she’d have a perfect vantage point to watch the show.
After waiting for about half an hour, Sebastian Prescott came into view. They greeted each other briefly and then ordered.
After the server left, Sienna sent him the genuine account book photos she had taken the day before.
"Is the evidence chain complete now?"
Sebastian studied each transaction carefully and thought, "Not really, because you don’t have on-site video evidence. But no worries, as long as the police can catch them in the act after being reported."
His voice paused, and he looked up at her, "What you need to do now is completely divest yourself of the shareholder status. Have you thought about how to do it?"
How to do it?
Sienna’s heart slightly sank.
The hand under the table instinctively touched her abdomen.
She actually had a general plan long ago.
Once June Ewing dealt with Vivian Nash, she could take action.
Sebastian noticed her movement, suddenly connecting it to her fake pregnancy.
Could she be thinking of...
He was about to say something when the server came over with their food, making him swallow his words.
Sienna placed a piece of pork belly on the grill, the fat sizzling. As she was about to flip it, oil unexpectedly splattered onto her hand, causing a slight sting that made her instinctively pull her hand back.
Suddenly, a longer, broader hand stretched over.
Sebastian took the tongs, "Let me."
Sienna was momentarily stunned, watching him expertly turn the pork belly. Once it was nearly done, he cut it into small pieces and placed them on her plate, continuing to grill the other meat.
She opened her mouth, a strange feeling creeping over her heart, and smiled faintly, expressing her thanks.
With the dishes all served, she finally brought up the drug issue, "Between this Sunday and next Thursday, Miles will be transporting drugs from Zanford City to Imperial City in six shipments. But... I don’t know the exact times and routes."
Sebastian paused his grilling actions.
After returning from Zanford City, he had secretly been investigating this matter, discovering a few people associated with Miles, but the whereabouts of the drugs had remained elusive.
Unexpectedly...
The cloud of doubt lingering in his heart never dissipated.
How did she know so much?
"This is enough, I’ll find out the rest." His voice was cold but seemed to carry a hint of warmth, "Thank you."
Today was Thursday, leaving three days until Sunday.
Identifying the Lockwood Group’s transport vehicles wouldn’t be hard.
Sienna was taken aback.
This time... he still didn’t ask how she knew.
When did they start trusting each other this much?
She took a piece of BBQ into her mouth, not delving further into the question.
As they had nearly finished eating, Sienna was about to pay the bill when Sebastian had already handed his card to the server.
Sienna opened her mouth, "I should have paid for this meal..."
"There’s no should or shouldn’t." Sebastian put away his card, "Let’s go."
By the time they left the BBQ place, it was already half-past two.
The nearby parking lot was in the same direction as Rippling Crest Estates. As they walked over, a crowd had already gathered at the entrance.
From a distance, Sienna could see the very conspicuous fuchsia banner hanging in the air.
——The Nash Family’s daughter, Vivian Nash, deeply loves my husband. As the legal wife, I come to propose a concubine for my husband.
