The Wrong Woman

Florence felt even more guilty. "Daniel, please take Sienna to the hospital later."

Sienna frowned and looked at Daniel. "It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."

She then gently reassured Florence, "Madam Florence, I'm really fine. It'll get better after I cool it under running water." Florence was overwhelmed with guilt. She left the kitchen and asked a maid to clean up the sugar mixture on the floor. Standing before the faucet, Sienna could feel her back almost pressed against Daniel's chest. Her breathing grew a bit erratic.

Daniel's warm hand held her wrist, sending an electric sensation through her skin and spreading through her whole body, making her legs feel weak.

"I can do it myself. Can you let go of me?" Sienna muttered quietly.

Daniel's heart pounded. The refreshing fragrance of her hair made his mind wander, and he couldn't stay calm.

He slowly released Sienna's wrist and advised, "Cool it under running water for another ten minutes. I'll take you to the hospital afterward."

Sienna replied helplessly, "It's really fine. I get burns like this often. It's not serious enough for a hospital visit. Just some burn ointment will do."

Hearing this made Daniel's heart ache even more. He went to the living room to fetch burn ointment from the first aid kit. Later, he returned with the ointment in hand.

After running her hand under cold water for a long time, Sienna felt the pain subside and turned off the faucet. As soon as she turned, Daniel gently took her hand and wrapped it in a clean white towel.

"I can do it myself." Sienna resisted his touch and tried to pull away.

Daniel didn't let her. After gently

drying her hand, he held her wrist and led her to a chair by the kitchen island. He unscrewed the burn ointment and carefully dabbed some on his finger.

Holding Sienna's soft, fair hand, he gently and cautiously applied the ointment to the reddened area.

The maid who watched from the side couldn't hide her pleased smile.

Sienna felt very embarrassed but couldn't pull her hand free. Looking at Daniel's handsome, manly face, she felt a strange flutter in her heart. Her heart thumped wildly, like a rabbit was trapped inside her chest.

His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with tenderness and worried concern. He was more anxious about her injured hand than she was.

After applying the ointment, Daniel

slowly screwed the lid back on and softly instructed, "Stop what you were doing. Let the maids handle it. You need to apply the ointment several times on the burned area."

Sienna lowered her gaze, examining her reddened hand, and murmured, "I want to learn how to make lemon meringue pie from Madam Florence."

Feeling helpless, Daniel gently asked, "That's usually reserved for people getting married. Even Wanda doesn't make it. Why do you want to learn it if you're not planning to get married?"

Sienna would have undoubtedly retorted him, given her personality in the past. But now, she didn't have the energy for it. She simply felt like she wasn't qualified to do so.

After all, her hometown didn't have such customs. She wasn't marrying into a Phoenician family or marrying Daniel, either.

"Thank you." Sienna expressed her gratitude in a subdued tone. She stood up and left the kitchen.

Daniel watched Sienna's retreating figure, feeling a heaviness in his heart.

The Sienna before him seemed to lack vitality. She resembled a child who had grown up overnight, becoming introspective and melancholic.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

What had she been through this past year? Why did she seem unable to find happiness even when she smiled?