Caught In His Embrace A Second Chance Romance novel Chapter 6

As soon as Josiah stepped inside, he caught a whiff of something cooking. He scrunched up his nose and asked, "What's that smell?"

The lights were on in the living room and the kitchen, and Josiah thought to himself, 'Is someone home? No way. Could it be a break-in? Nah, who breaks into a place just to cook?'

After all, the security at Silver Beach was top-notch. Even a mouse from the neighbor's place would think twice before trying to sneak in.

"Who is it? Show yourself," Josiah called out, his handsome face darkening.

"Coming!" Sienna replied as she jogged into the living room. She stopped in front of him, hands clasped together, and spoke softly, "You're back."

Josiah was taken aback. Sienna was tall and graceful, though a bit too thin. She was undeniably beautiful, with large, luminous eyes that commanded attention. He didn't recognize her, but she felt strangely familiar.

Even so, Josiah remained unamused. He disliked anyone invading his space, no matter the reason. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" he demanded.

Sienna paused for a second and let out a small laugh—he really didn't remember her. She pressed her lips together and replied softly, "I'm Sienna."

Josiah nodded instinctively but suddenly froze. 'What did she just say? Sienna? Oh, right. Grandma mentioned bringing Sienna home.'

Earlier that day, Miranda had called him about it. He had agreed then, but once he got busy, it slipped his mind.

Josiah squinted as he studied Sienna. Her youthful innocence seemed gone, and upon closer inspection, hints of her younger self remained, but now she exuded a touch of feminine charm—she was more beautiful than before.

'But so what? No matter how stunning she looks, it can't mask a rotten character. Her return is perfect; some issues that have been on hold for almost four years are finally coming to a head,' he scoffed quietly.

"Wait for me here for a minute. I'll be right back," Josiah said, shooting her a cold glance before heading upstairs.

"Okay," Sienna replied, watching him go. She decided to stay put.

After a short while, Josiah returned downstairs. He settled onto the couch and casually gestured to the seat opposite him. "Take a seat."

"Sure," Sienna replied, and she sat down facing him.

Josiah opened a folder and placed it on the table in front of Sienna. "Take a look. If everything's good, just sign it."

'What's this?' Sienna glanced over and clearly saw the words written in black and white—Divorce Agreement.

"This should have been dealt with four years ago," Josiah said flatly. "But Grandma disagreed, so I went along with her. Now..."

Sienna looked up at him. "Miranda agreed?"

Josiah paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "No," he admitted.

Miranda was so stubborn. Even after four years, she still wouldn't let go. She brought Sienna back, hoping they could fix things. How could that be possible? He had already made up his mind.

"I don't like you, and you know that. This marriage was a mistake from the start. It's been almost four years, and it's time to end it," Josiah said, Josiah said, his voice firm and deep.

Sienna listened quietly, not saying a word.

Assuming she disagreed, Josiah frowned. "If you don't agree, then I'll have to file for divorce. We've been separated for over two years, so it will definitely be granted—"

"No need to make it complicated," Sienna gently interrupted before he could finish. "I agree to the divorce."

"You've agreed?" Josiah was momentarily taken aback.

Sienna nodded, "Yes, I've agreed."

"Don't worry, you won't be left empty-handed. Once everything is settled, I'll throw in an extra payment as a bonus," Josiah sneered.

Sienna let out a quiet, cold laugh and nodded. "Alright, I get it."

"Okay then," Josiah said as he stood up. "We might need to see each other again during this time. I'll take the master bedroom. As for you..."

He paused, then added, "Just pick a room downstairs and clean it up yourself." With that, he turned and headed upstairs.

Sienna watched him leave, a faint smirk playing on her lips. 'Pick a room downstairs? All the downstairs rooms are for the staff? To him, I'm nothing more than a servant?'

Sienna blinked, yet her eyes had already gone dry—no tears left to shed. After taking a few deep breaths, she turned and walked back to the dining room.

The pasta had sat too long, turning soggy and clumped together. Sienna sat down, shoved a big mouthful into her mouth, and felt like choking. But she was starving, and she had nothing else to eat.

Suddenly, Josiah burst in. "Sienna!"

Taken by surprise, Sienna choked and couldn't stop coughing.

"Tsk," Josiah frowned, shaking his head as he glanced at the bowl in front of her. "What did you cook? Is this even edible?"

"Pasta," Sienna replied, finally feeling a bit better. "Do you need something?"

"This mess is supposed to be pasta?" Josiah sneered. "You can't even boil pasta? Looks like we really spoiled you over the years."

Sienna's lips parted slightly, hiding a smirk.

"Oh, right," Josiah remembered why he was there and pointed at her bowl, his voice cold. "Don't cook here again. The kitchen is a smoky, greasy mess because of you. Just eat at a restaurant. Got it?"