Chapter 290

Without hesitation, Winifred stuck out her leg and kicked Thom away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, her voice icy.

‘Who does this guy think he is, trying to get all up in Sienna’s space? Seriously, some people just don’t know their place,’ Winifred thought, fuming.

The kick sent Thorn stumbling backward. Feeling the wound on his chest throb, he shut his eyes and instantly faked a blackout.

Winifred blinked in disbelief. Seriously? No way. ‘Is this guy really that fragile?’ she thought, dumbfounded.

She’d totally held back with that kick. Winifred frowned. ‘Sienna, he—’

Sienna just shot him a cool, disinterested glance, her voice laced with disdain. “Looks like he’s hopeless. Toss him out. I don’t want him dying in our house.”

“Hey—” Thorn sprang up at her words, waving his hands in a panic. “I’m good. Just got the wind knocked out of me for a sec.”

As he spoke, Thorn got up and scooted right over to Sienna.

Sienna paid Thorn no mind and took a seat on the couch.

Thorn immediately plopped down next to her, pointing at Kress with a look of righteous indignation. “It’s all his fault. If Kress hadn’t stuck his foot out and tripped me, I wouldn’t have fallen toward you, and Winifred wouldn’t have kicked me.

“Uh, Sienna, last time, when I saved Mr. Ford, I didn’t think much of it, but now my chest really hurts. Do you want to check it out?”

Kress just stood there, speechless. ‘He’s really lying through his teeth,’ he thought.

Winifred was equally stunned. ‘Wow, is this guy the ultimate drama queen or what?’ she wondered.

Sienna slapped his hand away, sounding annoyed. “What are you doing here?”

Thorn wasn’t fazed by her icy attitude at all. He just cocked his head and shot Kress a provocative glance.

“Sienna, you’re so heartless. How can you just use me and toss me aside? Did you forget? Last time, in that room, we really got to know each other,” he teased, his tone full of mischief.

Sienna fixed him with a deadpan stare, her eyes cold and razor-sharp. “Are you looking to die?”

Thorn instantly shut up and turned to the servant. “Bring me some water.”

“Hi, Sienna?” Before anyone appeared, a voice rang out. Josef walked in, carrying a bag. “Sienna, you’re here. My dad asked me to bring this for you. It’s all food.”

Josef flashed a toothy smile, spotting Thorn and a beautiful woman with long blue hair. The other person he recognized was Winifred.

“Thanks,” Sienna said, taking the bag and handing it to Ebert. Josef turned to Winifred and greeted her with a friendly smile. “Hey, Winifred. I’m Josef.”

Winifred just nodded, her attitude distant.

“Sienna, is he your boyfriend?” Josef asked, curiosity written all over his face. Just one look at Thorn and one could tell he was some flashy, rich playboy from overseas, handsome and a bit flamboyant.

Thorn lit up at the question. He immediately stood up and reached out to shake Josef’s hand. “I’m—”

However, before he could finish, Sienna cut him off. “No, he’s not.”

Josef nodded. “Then that must mean this pretty lady’s boyfriend, right?”

‘Pretty lady? Who?’ they wondered. Everyone froze for a second, and it took Kress a moment to realize Josef was talking about him.

Kress’s eyes went wide, and he jumped up, fuming. “Who are you calling a pretty lady?”

Realizing it was a guy talking, Josef froze for a couple of seconds, then gave an awkward laugh and quickly apologized. “Uh, my bad. I messed up. Sorry.”

Kress was about to blow a fuse, but since the guy was Sienna’s cousin and seemed genuinely sorry, he couldn’t really make a fuss without looking petty.

“Next time, pay more attention,” Kress grumbled, still fuming.

Winifred couldn’t help but tease, “Hey, pretty lady, mind moving over a bit?”