For safety's sake, Adrian Desmond placed the kitchen knife on the cutting board and stopped chatting with her while cutting vegetables. He was genuinely afraid of being startled by her shocking words and accidentally cutting off his own fingers.
"Sienna Johnson, we agreed to trust each other. Is this how you trust me?" His voice rose at the end, full of dissatisfaction with Sienna.
"Adrian, stop saying useless things to me. If you truly trust me, why won't you let me meet Noah Phillips!" Sienna retorted without any hesitation.
"You know fully well how he feels about you, and yet you still want to see him? Isn't it always said on TV that it's better to end things quickly than to prolong the pain? Since you can't give him what he wants, don't give him any hope. I'm only doing this for your own good."
"You..."
"I know you should thank me, but you're my woman, so you don't have to be so polite with me. You don't need to thank me."
"Thank you for nothing!" Sienna said angrily.
