The Wrong Woman

Sienna stepped out of the car, her eyes sweeping over the red and yellow leaves scattered across the ground. She looked up at the long-missed sight of the house. Daniel unloaded the luggage and came to stand beside her. "Let's go inside. The code and fingerprint haven't changed."

Sienna walked up to the door and pressed her fingerprint against the reader. With a soft click, the door unlocked. She pushed the door open.

The spacious living room was bright and airy, unchanged from how she had arranged it. It was still warm and welcoming.

However, there were a few new touches-several bouquets of fresh flowers and a large, newly-acquired green plant added vibrancy to the room. The living room felt alive.

"I'll take the luggage to the room. You can sit for a bit," Daniel said, lifting the suitcase toward the master bedroom.

Sienna turned and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "I can handle it myself."

Daniel paused, then let go and handed it over to her.

Dragging her suitcase and carrying her handbag, Sienna headed toward the guest bedroom-the room she had once slept in.

Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He hesitated, then closed his mouth without uttering a word.

Since they weren't married, it made sense for her to sleep in the guest bedroom. It was just one more day. He wasn't in a hurry.

Sienna unpacked her suitcase, hung her clothes in the closet, and arranged her belongings. She scanned the room, feeling a surge of inexplicable happiness.

longer felt like a

the room to find Daniel sitting on the living

gave her a tender smile.

walked over and sat on

as he patted the space beside him. "Sit next

anxious, Sienna hesitated briefly before

and leaned in closer. "I need your

glanced down at the documents Daniel had handed

hire. Two housekeepers to hire. One gardener to hire. One driver to hire. Two security assistants

that there were over a dozen candidates listed for each

the two of us in this house. Do we really need to hire

Daniel nodded.

toward the security assistants. "What are

your bodyguards and assistants," Daniel

smile. "That's unnecessary. I'm just an ordinary person. Why would

so housekeepers and a cook are essential. You can't drive, and Ddon't feel

feel more at ease when you go out,"

had once considered marrying into Daniel's wealthy family just for

die hard, and she couldn't adapt to such extravagance all at once. Her