Chapter 42

Sienna stood cautiously by the door, her back pressed against it as the heavy scent of alcohol wafted from William. Her tone was cold and distant. "If you have something to say, say it quickly." William's eyes lingered on her, taking in her curvy figure even under her plain clothes. Sienna had always been stunning. Her delicate features, graceful demeanor, and effortless elegance had once captivated countless suitors in Rotschire. Her beauty was noble and refined. She had an intriguing innocence that made her all the more alluring. A woman like this was a treasure no man could ignore. "Are you really pregnant with that thug's child?" His gaze was heated, perhaps amplified by the dim, ambiguous lighting in the room. Sienna pressed tighter against the door. "That's none of your business, Mr. Sanders." "Why not? You and your body should've been mine!" he said as he moved closer. Sienna's hands balled into fists, a chill running through her as her lips curled into a mocking smile.