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The Tired Bird Rests

After four years of devotion to the distant CEO Zayden Scott, Sienna Lewis realizes she will never break through his emotional walls. Tired of being a shadow in his life while he remains obsessed with another, she decides to reclaim her identity. By contacting her mother to arrange a pilot interview in Helmswick, Sienna abandons her stagnant life in Sea City. She chooses to trade a suffocating, forbidden affair for the skies, finally prioritizing her career and freedom over a one-sided love.
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Chapter 6

When Zayden walked in, Sienna quickly put away her phone.

“It’s nothing. Just some document renewal.”

Zayden frowned. “Really?”

He did not believe her. Sienna tightened her grip on her phone and forced out a small laugh. “What’s wrong? You never cared about this stuff before. Why are you asking me now? Do you want me to go back to flying?”

Her words left Zayden speechless.

He could only change the topic. “How are you feeling? Do you feel… unwell?”

“Thanks to Riley, I feel terrible.”

Her whole body was painfully sore.

She was not lying.

Zayden let out a sigh. “Don’t take it to heart. She’s been spoiled since she was a child. Her temper is bad, but she doesn’t mean any harm.”

Sienna scoffed. “No harm? If I had died, would you still have said it was just an accident and she didn’t mean it?”

The way Riley acted made it clear she had done it on purpose.

She wanted Sienna dead.

Zayden’s frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying. Zayden, I regret ever falling in love with you.”

“Enough!” he snapped.

In the past, he would have felt relieved to hear her say she no longer loved him. Her feelings had never mattered to him.

But today, her words irritated him.

“I’ve already put her under confinement to reflect on her actions. What more do you want?”

Sienna’s anger flared. She had almost died, and all he did was confine Riley?

What did he take her for?

“I want her to apologize.”

The moment she finished speaking, Zayden shook his head. “Impossible. I promised Riley she would never have to suffer.”

For the first time, Sienna did not back down. Her gaze remained firm. “But this was her fault. Isn’t apologizing the most basic thing?”

“Riley cares about her pride. She wouldn’t like it.”

So, Riley’s feelings could decide whether Sienna lived or died?

Why?

Sienna stared at him in silence. “What if I insist?”

Zayden’s gaze turned cold. “Sienna, there are limits to your tantrums.”

He tried to explain because he did not want this to create distance between them, but she showed no intention of backing down. Instead, her words grew sharper and colder.

All these years, she had always been gentle and obedient. She had never been so forceful.

His words were a warning.

Sienna found it ridiculous and pathetic. Her face turned icy as she pointed to the door. “Get out.”

“What nonsense is this now?”

“I said, get out!”

She grabbed the pillow and threw it at him with all her might.

Zayden stood up immediately. “Get some rest. I’ll come back another day.”

The door closed with a click.

Sienna collapsed back onto the bed. She was exhausted.

She had loved him for five years. In the end, she was nothing but a joke and had nearly lost her life for it.

She covered her eyes with her hand, and tears spilled out uncontrollably.

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