Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 200: Overwhelmed

Sienna Monroe’s body stiffened slightly from his sudden move.

With her brain numbed by alcohol, thinking about anything was somewhat slow and she couldn’t quite react.

"Okay."

She didn’t look into Sebastian Prescott’s eyes. After responding, she could hardly hold on anymore.

Fortunately, Sebastian was quick to react, swiftly grabbing a cushion nearby and precisely tucking it under her head as she was about to fall.

Her drowsy head seemed to sink into clouds at that moment.

Sebastian gazed at her sleeping face with eyes tightly shut, his lips unconsciously curled up again.

It was a very slight curve.

The deep, indifferent gaze had slightly changed at this time.

Like warmth, like gentleness.

He didn’t delay, putting down the water cup and going to his room to get his coat, draping it over Sienna Monroe’s body.

He didn’t have a housekeeper here, only a cleaning service coming weekly, so he knew exactly what was in the kitchen.

He selected a few items directly on his phone.

The delivery time was about fifteen minutes, not too late.

And Sienna Monroe was already asleep.

Soon, the delivery person brought over what he had ordered, and he glanced at the person already in deep sleep before heading straight to the kitchen.

After about half an hour, a bowl of steaming sober-up soup and a bowl of fragrant lean pork congee were brought out by him.

The discomfort in Sienna Monroe’s stomach seemed to have deepened, as even in sleep she furrowed her brow.

Her fair, plain hand rested on her stomach.

Sebastian sat there, quietly observing for a few minutes, waiting until the bowl of sober-up soup cooled down to call her.

"Get up and drink the sober-up soup."

Sienna Monroe drowsily opened her eyes, looking at the familiar, cool face in front of her. She paused for a moment before remembering she was at his house.

She propped her arm to sit up; an hour of sleep hadn’t relieved her headache or the burning sensation in her stomach.

Sebastian brought the sober-up soup to her lips, "It’s cooled down a bit, drink it slowly, be careful not to choke."

"Mm, thank you."

Sienna Monroe took the bowl, sipping it slowly. The slightly sweet liquid slipped into her stomach, quickly neutralizing the original burning sensation.

She felt much more comfortable.

Sebastian didn’t ask about the taste; he had already tasted it before bringing it out.

When she had almost finished drinking, he spoke up, "Did you have dinner tonight?"

Sienna Monroe responded, slightly tilting her head to look at him, unexpectedly meeting his obsidian-like eyes.

Suddenly, her heart uncontrollably thumped hard.

Spreading huge ripples.

But when she unnaturally diverted her gaze, she quickly returned to calm, pursing her lips with a soft "Mm."

Yet Sebastian didn’t believe her.

He took the empty bowl from her yet again handed her the bowl of lean pork congee, "You can’t have an empty stomach, or your stomach will feel worse. Just cooked, be careful, it’s hot."

Sienna Monroe glanced at the congee in his hand, the rice was thick, the minced meat finely chopped.

It looked very light, suitable for nurturing the stomach.

She took it, expressing her thanks once again.

The rice grains melted upon contact, after several bites, Sienna Monroe felt her body and mind relaxing.

Sebastian sat beside her, quietly watching her eat.

Even though she was still under the numbing effect of alcohol, she could actually feel Sebastian’s concern for her.

Very intense.

Without any embellishment or concealment.

She subtly turned her body sideways, not looking at him, not even glancing from the corner of her eye.

Sebastian seemed to notice this detail, also subtly retracting his gaze, casually picking up his phone to check a few messages.

Replying to a few messages in passing.

When she finished drinking the last bit of congee, Sebastian appropriately set down his phone and took the bowl.

He asked her, "Do you want more?"

Sienna Monroe shook her head.

Sebastian said nothing more, getting up to put away the two bowls.

In the silence of the large room, Sienna Monroe seemed to smell the refreshing essence of cedar.

She looked at the coat covering herself, absentmindedly reaching out to touch the coat’s fabric.

When Sebastian returned, she quickly drew her hand back, suppressing her headache, and got up to say goodbye.

Sebastian watched her, not detaining, lightly nodding, walking alongside her.

Arriving at the door, as Sienna Monroe was about to change back into her high heels, she was already dizzy, not steady on one foot.

Body swaying slightly, Sebastian hurriedly wrapped his arm around her waist.

Lowering his gaze, he said, "Just wear these out."

"These are Joy’s..."

"No harm, just a pair of slippers, she doesn’t come here often, buy a new pair next time she comes."

Sebastian’s voice was clear, "You can’t wear high heels now."

Saying that, he bent over to pick up her high heels, pressed the elevator, "Let’s go."

Sienna Monroe felt a bit embarrassed, reaching out to take them, "I can take them."

Sebastian looked at the coat and bag in her hands, ultimately not handing them over. His distinct hand held her slender wrist.

Taking slow steps into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, he didn’t let go.

Reaching the 11th floor, standing in front of her apartment door, he finally released her hand, placing the high heels on the ground, advising, "Rest early."

"Mm, you too."

Sienna Monroe gently nodded, once more meeting his gaze, "Tonight... thank you."

Sebastian didn’t respond, only stared deeply at her.

There seemed to be turbulent emotions, or perhaps like a midnight lake reflecting stars and the moon, without causing ripples.

Eventually, it was Sienna Monroe who closed the door, cutting off the heavy yet unmanageable gaze.