The Wrong Woman

After dinner, Sienna felt tipsy, so she lay on the sofa to rest.

Daniel gently carried her up from the sofa. After saying goodbye to the Morrisons, they left the villa.

It was quite cool in the garden. The warm street lights illuminated the winding paths, making the night scene exceptionally beautiful. The woman in Daniel's arms was very well-behaved.

"It turns out you can't drink, so don't drink next time," Daniel murmured.

Snuggling into his embrace, Sienna said with a soft and lazy voice, "I can drink. I'm not drunk. I'm just a little dizzy and I want to sleep."

Daniel couldn't help but smile. He said indulgently, "Okay, you can drink."

"Daniel," Sienna murmured. With her eyes closed, she asked with a hoarse voice, "Am I really that bad?"

"You're not bad at all."

"I don't deserve you, right?"

stopped in his tracks to look at

she murmured in her sleep; her tone was one of grievance. As if she was about to cry, she mumbled, "I don't deserve you, so why did you marry me? Weren't you supposed to marry someone

ached as he

apologized softly. He realized that the words he had said had deeply

but her optimistic nature was altered by family turmoil and emotional wounds left by a painful breakup. These experiences had left her feeling deeply insecure and

all

Once they arrived, Daniel carried Sienna to

as she touched the bed, she fell into a deep sleep, lying on her

put the gifts into the jewelry cabinet in the walk-in closet. When he came out, Sienna was no longer on the bed. He nervously searched

out. He rushed to the bathroom and pushed

over the toilet. She

and gently patted her back. Sienna felt

brought her warm water to rinse her mouth, then wiped her face with a towel. Touching her forehead, he asked softly, "Do you

with dazed eyes. After that, she closed her eyes again and started to unbutton her clothes. She said, "I want a

couldn't throw up, so he thought a hot