A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 41 Concem

Benson had originally planned to come over and apologize. After all, it had been several days since Sierra hadn't reached out to him.

Recalling what Timothy had said, he telt maybe he had gone too far that day and decided to make things right.

However, as soon as he reached the neighborhood, he saw a sanitation worker pulling a cardboard box out of the trash. Inside were all the memories he and Sierra Ind shaped.

nd even photos of them together-all of it had been thrown.

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Handmade crafts, a couple of mugs, keychains, and even

His anger flared up immediately, and he carried the box upstairs without a second thought. "Sierra, you've gone too far!”

Henson's fury was clear, his veins bulging on his forehead, and the anger in his chest seemed like it would explode any moment. Sierra looked up and saw the large bruise on his forehead and the shallow cut on his cheek Apang of concem hit her instinctively.

But then she remembered those injuries were caused by Sophie and her gaze tuming cold. She spoke in a frosty tone, saying "We've broken up, Why should I keep these things? Of course, I'll throw them away."

Benson's expression darkened further at her detached tone. His eyes burned with fury.

"I dare you to say that again!” he growled.

Sierra took a deep breath and responded coldly, "Benson, I don't want to argue with you. If you want the things, take them. Please leave."

Benson, still furious, let out a sarcastic laugh. He threw the items to the ground, stomping on them with his black leather shoes.

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"Why would I want your discarded junk? You were the one who made me make these things with you, Honestly, I never liked any of them.” Sierra watched his actions, her face paling slightly, her lips tightening as she bit them. She muttered, "Do as you wish." With that, she moved to close the door, but Benson grabbed her hand and pinned her to the door, trapping her in place. A few concerned neighbors saw this and tried to intervene, but their families quickly stopped them. It was clear to them that 11 they decided to stay out of it.

Stema struggled against him and looked up at his face, her own burning with anger. Her fury was unmistakable. “What exactly do you want?" she demanded, her eyes fierce with rage.

this was just a couple arguing, and

Benson searched her eyes for even a hint of the tenderness she used to have for him, butnoveldrama

it all he found was anger and disdain.

A flicker of disappointment croised hisgice, but he couldn't bring himself to give up on her. It was obvious now-she had grown completely cold toward him. Benson asked with a grim expression, “Siena, didn't you see the wound on my face?"

Siema raised an eyebrow, glancing at the injury. Her tone remained icy, betraying no sign of contem

Yes, I saw it. So what?"

Benson's brows furrowed, clearly displeased with her indifferent response. In the

Past, she would've been frantic, her concem obvious, hut now, she barely seemed

He gripped her chin gently and leaned in close, locking eyes with her. "Sierra, why don't you care about me?-

Sierra looked at him, suddenly feeling a strange amusement.

"Benson, that wound was for another woman. You were playing the hero, saving the damsel in distress. Why should I care?"

But Henson merely smiled, a smirk curling the comers of his lips as though he had figured her out.

"You say you don't care about me, but how do you know all the details of my fight so clearly? Sierra, I know you're jealous. Fine, I'll promise you no more caring for Sophie. Is that enough to satisfy you?"