I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 247

The next day.

Sienna slept until she naturally woke up.

Her eyes were bleary, the room entirely cast in shadows. She grabbed her phone blindly from the pillow beside her and squinted at the screen. It was already noon.

Who had drawn the curtains?

She closed her eyes, giving her pounding head a moment to settle, before pressing her hands against the mattress to sit up.

After leaning back for a good while, she unlocked her phone.

A text message bearing the word "Hubby" instantly reflected in her pupils, and the lingering fog of her hangover vanished without a trace. Sienna's eyes went wide.

Had she... had she gotten so blackout drunk that she started acting crazy again?

Trying to piece together last night, a fragmented memory surfaced. She vaguely recalled a tall silhouette moving around her apartment...

She remembered feeling incredibly nauseous from the alcohol and vomiting all over...

Jorrod Vaughn?!

Sienna's mind reeled with a loud, buzzing noise.

She also had a hazy recollection of Jorrod borrowing her bathroom.

In the steam-filled bathroom, his damp hair was pushed back, revealing a bare chest. Wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, he had lifted her onto the bathroom counter, leaning in close as he painstakingly brushed her teeth and washed her face.

She couldn't remember anything after that, having completely passed out.

But stringing all these moments together, it felt so bizarre that it might as well have been artificially generated.

Sienna quickly scanned her surroundings. The apartment was neat, tidy, and smelled perfectly fine, though she couldn't rule out the possibility that someone had scrubbed it clean.

For a moment, she couldn't distinguish if the blurry fragments in her mind were a dream or reality.

She immediately texted Mindy Monroe.

The man's lean waist, the stark white towel barely hanging onto his hips, the unmistakable V-line teasing her vision, and the undried water droplets tracing the deep ridges of his abs as they slowly slid downward.

When the crystal-clear droplets disappeared, she had reached out to tug at the loose knot of the towel, intent on investigating further, only for her wrist to be swiftly caught. Then came that restrained, hoarse reprimand: "Sienna Quinn."

"..." Sienna squeezed her eyes shut.

It definitely had to be a dream. If that were reality, she would probably be holding a court summons for sexual harassment right now.

Why would she have that kind of steamy, unfinished wet dream? Sienna blamed it on her recent work stress. When she later turned to Elara Vance to vent, Elara asked, "Weren't you under a lot of stress a while back too? How did you relieve it then?"

Sienna thought about it.

Back then, Jorrod had been living at her place, taking care of her during the day and servicing her at night. No matter how stressed she was, having a male-model-tier guy tirelessly exhaust her all night always left her waking up refreshed. Even crazier, her design inspiration had flowed better than ever.

Sienna rubbed her temples. She had accused Jorrod of being addicted to the taste of her, but looking at it now, she wasn't much better off.

"Oh, right," Elara suddenly remembered. "My mom sent me a link to a local dating site a while ago. I went on a date with a guy from there last week. No real spark, but he was definitely a quality catch."