I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 342

It wasn't until work the next day, when Jorrod wore a crisp white dress shirt paired with light-colored slacks, that Silas took a closer look. Through the gap of two unbuttoned buttons, he spotted a glaringly obvious hickey on Jorrod's neck.

There was zero chance his friend had found someone new. Driven by sheer curiosity, he asked, "Are you and Sienna back together?"

Jorrod simply gave a low hum of confirmation.

Silas was floored. Through his shock, he managed to congratulate his friend, naturally following up with, "When are you going to tell the family?"

Jorrod went quiet.

"You want to keep it a secret?"

Jorrod shot him a flat look.

He didn't want to keep it a secret. Far from it—he wanted to broadcast it to the entire world.

But Sienna had forbidden him from saying a word, so his lips were sealed. All he could do was wait eagerly, looking for any excuse or opportunity to make things official.

Over the next few days, Jorrod actually kept his word.

She had told him not to look for her for a week, and he hadn't set foot in her apartment for a week.

However, at the office, he made a habit of strolling through the Design Department on a whim, pulling them into idle conversation over the smallest things.

It got to the point where Sienna could tell Jorrod was approaching just by watching her colleagues suddenly straighten their posture.

On top of that, every single night she came home, she found an endless stream of deliveries waiting for her.

Big things, small things, gourmet food, designer clothes, practical gadgets—he even had a brand-new, oversized piece of living room furniture delivered to replace her old one.

At first, Sienna found the novelty charming, but it quickly became exhausting.

After two days of not organizing the apartment, the space felt completely suffocating and cluttered.

She sent Jorrod a text.

A Bowl of Millet: [Stop buying things. There's no room left in the apartment.]

So, the very next day, she received a set of keys.

On WeChat.

A Bowl of Millet: [?]

A swift reply came back with an exact address down to the apartment number.

She was the first to notice George acting strangely. For the past few days, his video feed had been flooded with tutorials on manual trades and craftsmanship.

It looked as though he was preparing to jump ship and change careers entirely.

But his current job paid incredibly well and was something he genuinely enjoyed. The only logical explanation was that someone or something at work was making his life miserable.

Initially, her parents had been thrilled to see her.

But the moment Sienna brought it up, George fell into a heavy silence.

Lillian hadn't been blind to her husband's strange behavior either. She had asked him multiple times, only for him to laugh it off and insist everything was fine.

Now that their daughter was pointing it out, Lillian frowned and spoke up. "You see? It's not just me overthinking things. Even Sienna noticed. What exactly is going on that you can't tell your own family?"

With his wife pressing him, George tried to brush it off with a laugh again.

"You two are both just being paranoid. Come on, let's eat. The food I made is getting cold."

George stubbornly refused to elaborate on the matter.

Sienna didn't leave right away. After dinner, around seven or eight o'clock, her phone lit up with a message from Jorrod.