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.

strength was undeniably intimidating,

fell, Sienna remained

finally woke, Daniel was nowhere to be found in the

from the bed, Sienna dressed herself and made her way to the bathroom, her legs feeling sore

subsided, a lingering

in a hot bath, Sienna

in her arms, she exited the

sheets, Camille hurried over to offer her assistance. "Madam, let me

insisted, not wanting anyone to see the bloodstains

it's fine," Sienna refused, her tone

her determination, Camille eventually

locked laundry room, Sienna

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

room to find Gloria already

seat, Sienna patiently

to the study

strolling over

approaching, her heart raced uncontrollably, cheeks flushing crimson. She bashfully lowered her head,

demeanor her. He pulled out a chair and sat gentle as he looked at down, speaking softly, "Sisi, are you feeling

as she picked up her utensils to serve herself some food. "I'm

most composed person would