Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171

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Mason obediently let Sienna pull him behind her, trailing quietly as they returned to the living room.

Sienna led him all the way to the couch, flicking a subtle, playful glance at him as she settled down.

That look made Mason feel a sudden hint of deeper meaning, even if he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Before he could dwell on it any further.

Sienna suddenly reached out and yanked Mason by the collar.

Her grip was forceful and full of authority.

She just pushed him straight down onto the couch.

Before Mason could even react, he had no clue what Sienna was trying to do.

He watched as Sienna’s slender, fair fingers traced down his collar, hooking a button and slipping it open with a languid, deliberate motion.

His shirt fell open, revealing a stretch of frosty white collarbone.

Her hand didn’t stop there, it kept moving lower.

More of his sculpted lines came into view, the chiseled shape of his physique slowly revealed.

Just as Sienna’s fingers were about to pop open the button at Mason’s waist, right on the edge of crossing a line,

Mason’s eyes–usually sparkling with teasing warmth–suddenly clouded, a flicker of shadow passing through them.

In a flash, Mason grabbed Sienna’s hand mid–motion.

His lips curved into a lazy, seductive smile, and his fingers gently brushed against her wrist, blatantly flirting. “Sienna, why so eager? Whatever you’ve got in mind, I’m up for it. But this is the living room–Anne or Ben could walk in any minute.

“Or…” He tilted his lips and dropped his voice to a husky whisper by her ear, letting his warm breath linger teasingly. “Should we move this to the bedroom?”

He lowered his voice further, his words rumbling with a deep, magnetic charm as his mouth brushed her ear. “Relax, I won’t put up a fight. Just don’t go feeling sorry for me because I’m some fragile flower…”

Mason figured that with this kind of suggestive closeness and blatant teasing, Sienna would just do what she always did–shove him away with a hand to the face and throw in a “Get lost” for good measure.

But instead, Sienna simply lifted her eyes, and an unreadable smile played in her cool,

clear gaze.

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She even replied with a single word: “Okay.”

Mason thought, ‘Wait, what?‘

‘Okay?‘ Mason blinked, caught completely off guard.

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Wait, okay what? Is she really about to take me upstairs and keep going with this, or does she mean she’s not going to treat me gently, even if I am supposedly some fragile flower?‘

‘Is she seriously going to drag me off to the bedroom and pick up where we left off?‘

‘Or is she basically saying she won’t hold back just because I look like the delicate type?‘

Even with his super–high IQ, Mason was honestly thrown for a loop by Sienna’s answer.

He still hadn’t processed what she actually meant by that one word, “Okay.”

But her hands didn’t slow down for even a moment.

In one swift motion, Sienna seized Mason’s shirt and tore it open, exposing his sculpted abs.

“Oh dear!”

Just then, Anne walked in, still wiping her hands after tidying up outside.

She almost froze at the door, running straight into a scandalously intense scene–Mason pinned to the couch by Sienna, his shirt torn open and chest on full display.

And there was Sienna, impatiently ripping his clothes off as if she couldn’t hold back even a moment longer.

“Oh my!” Anne’s face flushed deep red. ‘Young people these days…

‘One minute they’re fighting, and the next they’re making up just as fast. They can’t even wait to get out of the living room…

Anne slapped her hand over her eyes, spun around, and backed out in a hurry. “I didn’t see a thing, not a single thing! Don’t mind me–you two, just go right ahead, carry on!”

Her voice was bubbling with barely suppressed excitement.

Mason watched Anne practically bolt out of the room, and suddenly, it was just the two of them left in the living room.

He glanced down at his torn shirt, and a low, amused chuckle escaped him.

His laughter shook his chest, and with his shirt hanging open, that bare skin was pure temptation.

He drawled, his tone lazy and full of teasing, “Well, look at that… Now everyone’s got the wrong idea. My reputation as the golden boy of Orlathis City is totally shot.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sienna said, her tone icy and unconcerned.

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Her face stayed totally blank, but her hands moved quick and sure, slipping under his open shirt and reaching around to his back.

Mason’s lazy, teasing grin flickered for just a second–then he instinctively tried to edge away.

Sienna glanced up, her dark eyes fixing on him, steady and unblinking.

Mason stiffened a bit, caught off guard.

With an exasperated sigh, he just gave in and let Sienna gingerly peel his shirt away from his back.

When the shirt hit the floor, the gruesome sight of his back was finally revealed.

The shocking, jagged wound on his back was fully exposed.

That gash was easily over six inches long.

It was a brutal, savage cut, like someone had torn a chunk of flesh right out of him. The blood had started to clot, but the edges of the wound were raw and gaping, deep enough to see the muscle beneath, the skin around it charred black.

It was the kind of searing burn and brutal tear you get when a bullet grazes by at full throttle.

That happened when he threw himself over her, locking her tight in his arms, taking the sniper’s shot that whizzed by–and caught the edge of him, all just to protect her.

Ever since Mason took that hit, he’d been acting like it was no big deal—just breezing through, cool as ever.

Not once did he show the slightest sign of being hurt; it was like pain didn’t even register for him.

That wound was brutal.

How was he still holding it together after something like that?

Sienna fished a tiny porcelain vial out of her canvas bag and pulled the first aid kit over from nearby.

Mason watched her and let out a resigned sigh. “Sienna, I really thought I had everyone fooled… But you still caught me, huh?”

“I’m a doctor, Sienna replied, taking out some disinfectant from the kit. “I’ve got a nose for these things- even with all that blood around, I could tell yours the moment I walked in.”

Her gaze was cold, her tone sharp and commanding. “On your stomach. Now.”

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