I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 327

Lance's frantic shout shattered the moment.

Sienna whipped her head around.

Finn was standing right there.

He wore a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar carelessly unbuttoned.

His eyes were violently bloodshot, practically burning a hole through Silas's hand—the hand resting intimately on Sienna's waist.

His lips trembled violently, his fingers curled into white-knuckled fists.

He looked like a wire stretched to its absolute breaking point, seconds away from snapping completely.

Silas lowered his hand from Sienna's waist but didn't take a single step back.

He stood his ground, his expression perfectly composed, watching the chaotic interruption with freezing indifference.

He couldn't care less about the intrusion.

The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was the woman he had just been holding, and what she was thinking.

His gaze shifted naturally to Sienna's face, studying her reactions with his usual calculating precision.

Lance charged forward, desperately grabbing Finn by the arm.

He shot an apologetic look at Silas.

"Mr. Hayes, I am so sorry. Mr. Fletcher had way too much to drink."

Putting his entire body weight into it, he tried to drag Finn backward.

"Finn, you drank way too much at the party tonight. Let's go, I'm taking you home!"

Finn violently ripped his arm free.

His eyes remained viciously pinned to Sienna's face.

Sienna stood frozen in place, still clutching the bouquet of lisianthus.

The flowers suddenly felt impossibly heavy; her fingers were visibly shaking.

Even from this distance, she could smell the alcohol radiating off Finn.

It was suffocating.

"Finn, you're drunk," Lance pleaded, grabbing him again, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Let's go. I'll take you home. The partnership with Silas's company just launched, and you just secured your seat at the head of the board. Do not cause a scene here!"

Finn didn't move an inch.

He just stared at Sienna with agonizing obsession.

His bloodshot eyes welled up, and a tear finally broke free.

It fell silently, tracking a devastating path down his cheek.

Seeing his tears, Sienna felt as if a giant hand had violently seized her heart.

It squeezed, twisted, and crushed until she could barely breathe.

Her stomach churned violently; her palms were soaked in a cold sweat, and her legs felt like lead.

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