The warmth in the room vanished.
Sienna's expression turned tense.
'There it is,' Her thoughts sharpened instantly. 'Nothing from him is ever free of any conditions.'
Her fingers curled tightly into her palm.
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tension rising within her.
Benjamin leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharpening as it locked onto hers.
"I'm divorced, Sienna," he said, as though delivering significant news.
Irritation flickered in Sienna's gaze as she responded dryly in her mind, 'And I'm supposed to celebrate that?'
"So," he continued smoothly, "there is no longer any reason for you to refuse me. We can date freely now..."
Her chest tightened, and suddenly everything became clearer.
Slowly, she began to feel even more anxious than before. She could see that Benjamin was no longer holding back.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't—"
