Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

As soon as Sienna reached the manor gates, she spotted that familiar Maybach parked right there.

The tall, graceful Mason leaned against the car door, his figure straight and commanding, his features strikingly handsome yet aloof and icy. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips, his whole vibe lazy and

nonchalant.

Bathed in the brilliant golden sunlight, he really did give off a godlike aura. Enough to ensnare anyone’s

heart.

At the sound of her approach, he lifted his gaze slightly. His deep eyes gleamed in the bright daylight, like a pool of spring water rippling with invitation, adding a wicked edge to his aloof, almost otherworldly face.

When he saw Sienna, his thin lips quirked into a smirk. “Morning, Miss Cooper.”

The way he said “Miss Cooper” lingered on his tongue, somehow carrying an… intimate, lingering undertone.

Sienna arched a brow. “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by-figured I’d give you a ride.” Mason swung open the car door. “Miss Cooper, hop in.”

Sienna narrowed her bright eyes, glancing around-no sign of the driver Pansy had arranged.

She checked the time, decided not to make a fuss, and slid in without hesitation.

Just like that, she was in Mason’s passenger seat. “Bright Research Institute, thanks.”

The car sped out of Aurelia Heights, heading straight for her destination.

Mason’s long fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as he stole a sideways glance at Sienna.

The morning light traced her delicate, radiant profile, her clear, mesmerizing eyes betraying a hint of exhaustion.

He noticed the insulated container in her hand, his voice coming out low and gravelly. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet?”

Sienna murmured a soft “No.”

Mason’s lips curved up. “Better eat it while it’s hot. Once things pick up later, you might not get a chance to grab a bite.”

Sienna tilted her head slightly toward him.

From the beginning, he hadn’t pried with a single out-of-line question. Yet it seemed like he knew it all

anyway.

Sienna didn’t bother playing coy and thanked him again. “Thanks.”

She popped open the container, revealing neatly arranged burgers and fries, alongside a cup of milk.

Grabbing the fork inside, she dove in quickly. It was obvious-Sienna was starving.

She ate at a brisk pace, but her movements held an effortless grace. As she was fully focused, her cheeks puffed out just a bit as she chewed.

For once, her usual cool detachment slipped away, replaced by a rare spark of lively laziness. Even her eyes held a subtle, contented glow that was hard to overlook.

The smile tugging at Mason’s lips deepened without him realizing it.

Sienna polished off the breakfast in no time, packed up the container, and then the exhaustion from her sleepless night crashed over her, amplified by the full stomach.

She stifled a yawn.

“Up all night?” Mason asked.

“Yeah.” Sienna slouched back in her seat, her eyelids starting to droop.

“It’ll take about forty minutes to reach the institute. Go ahead and rest-I’ll wake you when we get there.” Mason’s voice deepened, its low, magnetic tone almost hypnotically soothing in the quiet, enclosed space.

After all that intense mental work, this was a rare chance to unwind.

Or perhaps it was the cedar fragrance filling the car that somehow made her feel inexplicably safe.

The exhaustion was overwhelming, impossible to resist.

She leaned back against the seat and shut her eyes for just a few minutes. Her breathing soon grew soft and

even.

She’d actually dozed off-totally defenseless-in a car belonging to what was essentially a stranger. A first for

her.

From the corner of his eye, Mason’s gaze lingered on her face for a few moments, a subtle softness flashing in his eyes that even he didn’t catch.

He nudged the car’s temperature up a degree and steered smoothly toward the national core research institute on the outskirts.

Forty minutes later, the black Maybach navigated the stringent security layers and eased into the institute’s underground parking garage.

The moment the car stopped, Sienna’s long, raven lashes quivered faintly as she slowly opened her eyes.

The brief nap had recharged her, bringing back the sharp clarity to her bright gaze.

She took in the view outside the window, then shot Mason a slightly surprised sidelong glance.

She looked curious, wondering, ‘How has he breezed through the institute’s defense checkpoints and parked right in the garage?’

But she held her tongue, swiftly unfastening her seatbelt and stepping out. “Thanks.”

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