The Wrong Woman

Sienna's presence transformed the living room into a warm, vibrant space. Daniel's recent somber mood dissipated instantly and was replaced by a rush of emotion.

With measured steps, he approached Sienna and sank to one knee before her. His reddened eyes bore into her with an intense desire. He couldn't hide his longing and affection.

Sienna lay curled on her side. Her soft, silky hair cascaded over her delicate features. Her enchanting appearance ignited an overwhelming urge in Daniel to caress her and, most of all, to kiss her.

He delicately brushed Sienna's stray hairs aside and tucked them behind her ear. His face inched closer to hers, eager to feel her lips against his.

His eyes narrowed, his breath quickening, and his heart pounding faster with each passing moment. Yet, just as he was on the brink of kissing Sienna, he abruptly stopped.

Clenching his fist tightly, Daniel fought against the overwhelming desire and resisted the temptation to kiss her.

His heart shattered into pieces. The pain was so severe that each breath felt like sharp blades piercing him. He fought to manage his feelings with all his might and gradually distanced himself from Sienna. Daniel got up and headed toward the room. He picked up some documents inside.

the couch. Rubbing her tired eyes, she sat up. When she spotted Daniel, she stood up nervously and asked softly, "Daniel, you're back?" Daniel flashed her a warm smile, though his tone sounded somewhat distant. "Yeah, I just popped in to

her sincerity shining through with a hint of shyness. "We haven't seen each other in days. I missed you, so I came to see you." Daniel's eyes glistened with emotion. He lowered his head, taking a moment to compose himself before clearing his throat and meeting her

apologize for being so busy lately. I haven't had the chance to

I just wanted to see you. I won't distract you." "Alright, suit yourself. I'm off to the police station," Daniel replied. He walked past her with the documents in hand. "Okay," Sienna responded meekly as she watched

pleasantries, nor did he ask if she had eaten

nose stung, and a heavy weight settled in her chest. An inexplicable sense

acting differently? Was

shake the feeling that something

uninterested in her. There were no more hugs, no signs of affection, not even a kiss. He didn't even seem naki interested in

heavy sigh. Knowing the