The Wrong Woman

As the sun sank beneath the horizon, casting the sky in shades of red, Daniel stood on the balcony just off the living room, enjoying the beautiful view. He felt much better since Sienna's arrival. Nathan came down from upstairs and noticed Daniel on the balcony, looking lonely and sad. He walked over and put a hand on Daniel's shoulder.

"You've been taking more breaks lately," he said.

Daniel turned to him with a gentle smile but remained silent.

He hadn't taken a day off in the past year. He kept himself occupied with various tasks. It was to prevent his mind from wandering to Sienna and to suppress any urge to reach out to her.

Daniel even avoided learning about any news regarding her or mentioning her name, fearing he would lose control and struggle to move on.

"How's it going?" Nathan asked as he dropped his hand and leaned against the railing, looking at Daniel.

"What do you mean?" Daniel looked puzzled.

"She's here. What's your plan?"

Daniel understood the implication. He lowered his head and said with a touch of sadness in his voice, "I appreciate Wanda's intentions, but there's no future for us. She's a great person. I don't want to hurt her.

"There must be a reason, right?" Nathan probed, aware of Daniel's feelings for Sienna.

his tone tinged with resignation. "She even knelt before me." Daniel was always upright and respectful. He felt it was a weighty

were in a relationship before?"

for a few months, yet he had quickly won Sienna over, entered into a relationship, and broken up. The speed was beyond his

was taken aback. Over the year, Daniel had seemed content with a straightforward life, focusing solely on work and showing little interest in romance or

of many affluent young women in the past year, he had kept them all at a distance. It turned out he couldn't shake his feelings

to comfort Daniel. "It's time to move on. It seems Sienna may not feel the same way about you." Daniel scowled, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Did Wanda ever tell you that

sugarcoating things. She even suggested I get my eyes

sound like you're mocking me." Nathan couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling that Daniel's words left him with. Daniel shifted his gaze toward the living room, peering

in my room, having

to lean against the railing beside Nathan, mirroring his posture

faced toward

to be

Sienna, but she turned it

"Why?"

"No idea."

Daniel hummed in response.