The Wrong Woman

Sienna remembered how Daniel had delicately wiped her body clean with a warm towel.

As she drifted toward sleep, she felt a warm chest against her back. An arm was wrapped around her, enveloping her in an embrace.

A soft breath brushed against her ear as Daniel murmured, "Sisi, we should go to the hospital. You seem to be injured."

Barely awake, Sienna offered no response, simply shaking her head in refusal.

A wave of concern washed over Daniel as he struggled to understand how Sienna ended up injured despite his efforts to be gentle and restrained.

Having taken a forensic pathology course at university, he had some understanding of assessing the severity of injuries based on bleeding.

It appeared that Sienna may have sustained a minor tear.

"Sisi..." Daniel whispered, his heart heavy with both tenderness and guilt. He pressed a kiss onto Sienna's shoulder, drawing her closer.

"I just want to rest," Sienna murmured, feeling a quiet strength within herself despite her emotional turmoil. Even though she was uncomfortable, she softly reassured, "I'll be fine."

The idea of going to the hospital because of a sex-related injury was not what she had in mind.

Indeed, Sienna's pride wouldn't allow her to face such embarrassment. She refused to admit that she needed medical help for such matters.

Having never been intimate with anyone else, she had no frame of reference for what was normal.

undeniably intimidating, leaving her trembling with lingering

fell, Sienna

woke, Daniel was nowhere to

bed, Sienna dressed herself and made her way to the bathroom, her legs feeling sore and weak. She now

pain had subsided,

a hot bath, Sienna changed the

arms, she exited the bedroom and made her

the sheets, Camille hurried over to offer her assistance.

wanting anyone to see the bloodstains on the sheets. "Please, Madam, allow

it's fine," Sienna refused,

her determination,

room, Sienna began to hand wash

away the bloodstains until they were completely gone before placing them in the

Sienna emerged from the laundry room to find Gloria

her seat, Sienna

the study and knocked on

emerged, strolling over at a leisurely

uncontrollably, cheeks flushing crimson. She bashfully lowered her head, to meet

out a chair and sat gentle as he looked at down, speaking softly,

she picked up her utensils to serve herself some food.

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