Chapter 337

“Exactly,” Sienna murmured, letting the idle chatter wash over her as she ate.

“Excuse me, may I sit here?” someone asked. An empty seat sat beside Sienna. She looked up to see the young driver from earlier.

“Of course,” Sienna smiled and nodded. The production crew was providing the meal, so everyone was welcome.

“Thank you,” the driver replied, shyly smiling as he sat down. “There aren’t many people over here. Josiah is also present today.”

“Yeah,” Maggie remarked. Most preferred sitting closer to the director and producers. Maggie frowned, then pouted. “I told you to sit at the table near Mr. Carter, but you wouldn’t!” she complained to Sienna.

“Isn’t this nice!” Sienna smiled, offering Maggie some food. “It’s quiet. No one’s fighting for food, so you can eat more. Isn’t that great?”

Maggie sighed, shaking her head. “You have no sense at all!”

The driver coughed lightly, looking at Sienna nervously. “Sienna,” he began.

“Hmm? What’s up?” Sienna asked, turning.

He rubbed his hands together, growing more nervous. “It’s…”

“What is it?” Sienna prompted.

At Charles’s table, Josiah’s gaze remained fixed on Sienna. His expression soured the moment the driver sat down. Seeing them speak, he abruptly stood, putting down his wine glass. “Mr. Carter, excuse me.”

“Josiah, where are you going?” Yvette tried to stop him, but failed, watching helplessly as he walked towards the corner table. She gritted her teeth and followed.

In the corner, the driver, flushed and stammering, said, “Sienna, may I… can I add you on WhatsApp?”

Sienna was surprised. Does this really need to be so nerve-wracking? she thought. Maggie whispered, “Sienna, I think he’s got a crush on you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sienna frowned. Isn’t this loud enough already! she thought. The driver’s face reddened further. Sienna smiled awkwardly. Adding a contact was no big deal; no need to make a fuss.

“Shall I scan your code?” the driver asked, unlocking his phone.

“Go ahead,” Sienna replied, taking out her phone as Josiah approached, watching them with a cold stare. He curled his lips into a sneer.

Maggie quickly stood, noticing Josiah first. She forgot to look at Sienna. Sienna glanced up briefly, then returned to her phone, presenting it to the driver.

“Here you go,” she said.

The driver excitedly scanned the code. Josiah watched, irritation simmering. Did Sienna not see me? Adding WhatsApp contacts! Is she trying to make me furious? he thought.

“Mr. Flynn, please have a seat,” Maggie said, pulling out a chair for Josiah when she couldn’t get Sienna to move.

Then, she was stunned. Josiah straddled his long legs, sitting unceremoniously in Maggie's previous spot—next to Sienna. His hawk-like eyes scanned the young driver, hostility evident. The driver shuddered, unaware of their history, merely finding it odd. Why is Mr. Flynn… he wondered. Out of politeness, he nodded at Josiah with a smile.

Josiah rested his arm on the back of Sienna’s chair. “Do I look like I’m in a good mood?” he asked, his tone menacing. “I’m not in a good mood at all.”

Sienna frowned. What is his problem now? she wondered.

The driver’s mind went blank. What is going on? Have I offended Mr. Flynn? How can a nobody like me offend such a powerful figure? he thought, deciding not to push his luck. He turned back to Sienna.

“Sienna, may I ask you a question?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Sienna said, too preoccupied to notice Josiah.

“Well, um…” he hesitated. “Do you… do you have a boyfriend?”

Sienna was taken aback. Maggie was right. How should I answer this? she thought.

Josiah leaned over, pointing at her water glass. “Is this yours?” he asked.

Sienna frowned. “What do you want!”

“Scared I might drink from the wrong one…” Josiah raised an eyebrow, picked up the glass, and drank the remaining water, her lipstick mark still visible. “Thirsty,” he said, smiling at Sienna. “Why are you staring at me like that? I drank a bit of your water, and you’re going to get mad?”

He nodded to the driver. “Don’t just stand there. He asked you a question. Do you have a boyfriend or not? Why aren’t you answering?”

Sienna, suppressing her anger, said, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sienna!” Josiah grabbed her wrist, growling. “Say that again!”

“Let go!” Sienna’s anger flared. She shook off his hand, meeting his gaze. “Say it a million times, I still don’t have a boyfriend.”

Josiah seethed. “Do we have to make a scene?”

Sienna shook her head coldly. “Think I’m making a scene? Just do as I say, and everyone will be happy.”

The driver, dumbfounded, quietly left, heartbroken.

Josiah’s phone rang; it was Howard. “Hello, Howard?” As he answered, Sienna turned to leave. “Come back!” Josiah grabbed her. “Sit down! Don’t go anywhere!” His grip was tight. Sienna struggled, but gave up in frustration. Josiah’s expression changed as he listened to Howard.

“I’m on my way!” Josiah said.

After hanging up, Yvette rushed over, having witnessed everything. She was also on the phone, her expression mirroring Josiah’s. “Josiah, let’s go!”

Josiah nodded, frowning at Sienna. “You’re coming too!”

“Me?” Sienna asked, confused. “Why?”

Josiah’s voice softened. “Grandma’s not feeling well. She’s in the hospital. Shouldn’t you come with me?” He took her hand, pulling her close. “Let’s go.”