I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 294

The next morning.

Led by the crew, Sienna went to the dressing room and changed into the pre-prepared white satin gown.

It was a minimalist wedding dress style—not overly complex, but undeniably formal and striking on camera.

The Polaris Series centered heavily on the theme of romance. The matching necklace and ring featured a brilliant, translucent green gemstone that breathed life into the stark white of her dress.

To avoid distracting from the jewelry, she wore no other accessories. The only other lavish detail on her was a pair of diamond-encrusted stiletto heels, though they remained mostly hidden beneath the gently trailing hem of her gown.

As a staff member fastened the necklace for her, they couldn't help but sigh. "It's a shame you're not an actress. Otherwise, the exposure from these shots would definitely skyrocket your popularity."

When she arrived on set, Sienna realized Jorrod was also there today.

He usually kept to his indoor office.

But today, despite the distance, the heavy lighting equipment, and the constant bustling of the crew between them, she could feel his unapologetic gaze pinned directly on her.

Sienna didn't hold his gaze for long, quickly looking away.

Following the script, she linked her arm through Nathaniel's to film the short narrative sequence.

The previous clips had been relatively brief, but today's scene was noticeably more intricate.

Nathaniel was talented and experienced, performing flawlessly throughout. Even Quentin praised him, noting that his eyes captured the exact look of a man gazing at his lover.

The problem lay entirely with Sienna.

"Don't look at him like he's just a coworker, Sienna. You're giving me the vibe of a corporate drone just counting the seconds until clock-out!"

Well, wasn't that exactly what she was? A corporate drone waiting to clock out?

After an entire morning of shooting, she was physically and mentally exhausted. Even her cheeks ached from forcing the same smile.

Sienna sat on a small folding stool provided by the crew, massaging her feet.

Sienna froze, suddenly realizing this man had been watching her every single move the entire time.

Even from that distance, his eyesight was terrifyingly sharp.

As for the limping, Sienna rarely wore stilettos, and these were brand new. They didn't fit perfectly, and all the constant walking had rubbed her heels raw, leaving them red and burning with irritation.

It wasn't a major issue, though. A short break would have been enough.

She stubbornly demanded to be put down, but her protests fell on deaf ears. The man carried her all the way to an empty, unused section of the set.

There was no one around, only a row of chairs meant for brief rests.

As he carried her, Jorrod remembered what Janice York had said once—how Sienna had sprained her ankle, and he hadn't even been able to bear the thought of her feet touching the ground.

At the time, he thought the woman was just exaggerating.

Now, experiencing it himself, he realized that the pain he felt on his own body was entirely manageable. But seeing her in pain? It gnawed at him. The anxiety was so overwhelming he couldn't even focus on his own work.