Sophie's face darkened slightly, her fingers intertwining nervously.

Benson was lost in thought as memories resurfaced. Whenever he drank too much, Sierra would show up with a special hangover remedy and oatmeal porridge. 

His chronic stomach issues, which even doctors said were difficult to cure, had improved significantly thanks to Sierra's care. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt stomach pain.

Sierra loved him so much. How could she possibly fall for another man?

As he recalled the scene from last night, Benson picked up his phone. Seeing all the unanswered calls glaring back at him was like pouring fuel on a fire.

Sophie's eyes glimmered as she spoke softly. "Mr. Gray, I saw Sierra arrive at work just now. Maybe I should return the desk to her."

"Not unless she apologizes to you," Benson replied coldly before pausing for a moment. "Bring her to my office," he ordered.

Sierra lifted her gaze indifferently and repeated, "Mr. Gray."

Benson let out a cold scoff, his voice thick with restrained fury. "Sierra, is this how you plan to provoke me? Do you think you can force me to bow my head and admit defeat?"

A glimmer of disappointment flickered in Sierra's eyes. She had nothing left to say.

"I've completed all my work. Here is my resignation letter." As she said that, she took out a piece of paper and placed it on Benson's desk.

His expression darkened further as he glanced at the letter. He grabbed it, crushed it into a ball, and threw it to the floor.

"I don't accept it," he said through gritted teeth, his voice thick with barely contained rage.

Sierra's expression remained calm as she replied, "Whether you accept it or not, I'm leaving. I'm merely informing you."

"Sierra!" Benson slammed his hand on the desk and stood up. His eyes blazed with fur

The words struck Benson's heart with the sharpness of a dagger.

Sophie continued speaking with feigned concern. "Mr. Gray, I'm just worried that you've been misled. Sierra asked to break up with you and blamed the reason on the two of us. 

"But what if she was the one who fell for someone else first? I don't mind being misunderstood, but I'm afraid you'll be hurt by what others might think."

Benson didn't reply, but his expression darkened. His fists clenched tightly at his sides. Her lips curled into a subtle smirk, relishing the triumph hidden in the shadows.

Meanwhile, Sierra was taken to the hospital by Theo to have her wounds rebandaged. By the time she got home, it was late at night. 

After washing up, she took the medication prescribed by the hospital and lay down on her bed. Within moments, she drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of her phone flashing incessantly on the bedside table, muted and unnoticed. 

That night, Sierra didn't sleep well. In her dream, she lay sprawled on the floor, helpless and vulnerable. Benson held Sophie in his arms, towering above her with a cold, disgusted gaze.

"Sierra, I never loved you. You've always been my pathetic lapdog. Honestly, I've always hated you. How could you ever compare to Sophie? She's my true love." After saying that, he gently kissed Sophie.

Sierra shook with rage, but no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to move.

Sophie stepped away from Benson's arms and sauntered toward her, a wicked smile twisting her lips.

"Sierra, what good is your beauty? Mr. Gray still prefers me and despises you. I've always hated that pretty face of yours. Let's see what you rely on after I ruin it."

She suddenly pulled out a knife, her expression twisted with malice as she aimed it at Sierra's face.

"No!"

Sierra's face paled as she tried to escape, but her body wouldn't move. She could only watch in horror as the blade neared her face.

At that moment, Theo appeared and kicked Sophie away with a forceful strike. "Anyone who dares to hurt her is seeking death!"

Sierra jolted awake, her eyes wide as she sat up in bed. It took several seconds for her to realize it had all been a dream.

She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples, feeling bewildered. She had dreamt of Theo, creating a scene straight out of a melodramatic romance. She hadn't even been reading any novels lately.

Why would Theo protect her like that? After all, he was just a senior member of the Gray family. His recent help was probably just because of Edward.

Sierra muttered to herself as she picked up her phone. The screen lit up, showing several missed calls from Benson. Even at 3:00 a.m., he was still calling her. Had he gone mad?

She frowned, set the phone aside, and got out of bed.

…

At the company, Sophie walked gracefully into the CEO's office, carrying a breakfast tray she had prepared herself. She set it carefully on the desk in front of Benson.

"Mr. Gray, thank you for standing up for me at the restaurant yesterday. I made this breakfast myself to show my gratitude. I heard your stomach has been acting up, so I made some sweet potato and oatmeal porridge just for you."

Benson had no appetite, but the effects of last night's drinking left his stomach unsettled.

"Thank you. That was thoughtful of you," he said plainly and picked up a spoon.

Upon hearing this, Sophie's smile became even softer, with a hint of shyness. "If you like it, I can make breakfast for you every day."

Benson didn't respond. He took a sip of the porridge and frowned slightly before putting down the spoon.

Sophie's expression shifted. She quickly asked, "Does it not suit your taste?"

"It's not bad… but I'm used to how Sierra's oatmeal porridge tastes. Hers is different."

Sophie's face darkened slightly, her fingers intertwining nervously.

Benson was lost in thought as memories resurfaced. Whenever he drank too much, Sierra would show up with a special hangover remedy and oatmeal porridge. 

His chronic stomach issues, which even doctors said were difficult to cure, had improved significantly thanks to Sierra's care. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt stomach pain.

Sierra loved him so much. How could she possibly fall for another man?

As he recalled the scene from last night, Benson picked up his phone. Seeing all the unanswered calls glaring back at him was like pouring fuel on a fire.

Sophie's eyes glimmered as she spoke softly. "Mr. Gray, I saw Sierra arrive at work just now. Maybe I should return the desk to her."

"Not unless she apologizes to you," Benson replied coldly before pausing for a moment. "Bring her to my office," he ordered. 

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Sophie's lips as she nodded and left the room.

"Sierra, h

Chapter 14 Getting Angry