Chapter 891 Let Go of Me! Pervert! This is Sexual Harassment
Sienna pretended to be asleep.
Bruce couldn't resist stepping forward and tugging at her blanket.
But the next second, Sienna threw it off and sat up, exclaiming, "Why does it smell so musty in here?"
One moved down, the other moved up.
Their faces ended up pressed together, lips touching.
When their soft lips met, both of them froze, especially Sienna, whose eyes widened slightly.
As Sienna came to her senses, she tried to pull away.
Bruce wouldn't let her.
His hand gripped the back of Sienna's neck, pulling her closer. He captured her red lips in a kiss, deep and lingering, exploring every inch of her mouth.
"Bruce!"
"Let go of me! You jerk! This is harassment."
Sienna panted, collapsing onto the hard bed.
The musty smell still lingered, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. What mattered was Bruce pressing down on her again, kissing and touching her fervently.
Her body went weak, especially where Bruce touched her.
But she didn't want this.
They had broken up. Sienna didn't want to have any ambiguous sexual encounters with Bruce, even though she had her own needs as a woman.
Sienna slapped him, but she used so much force that she fell back onto the bed, her legs weak and unable to get up for a long time.
Bruce was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses. He hadn't realized how deep his desire for Sienna was.
He had been abstinent for a long time, but he didn't think he was this desperate.
There was only one explanation: he wanted Sienna!
Even when their relationship was at its coldest, he still wanted Sienna.
But back then, Bruce believed that marriage shouldn't be just about sex; it should be about a connection of the soul. So he chose Freya.
Bruce didn't leave Sienna's body.
He didn't get angry either. He buried his face in Sienna's neck, their breaths quick and heavy.
After a long while, he whispered in her neck, "I'm sorry."
He had been impulsive.
Just like Sienna had said that night, if Bruce couldn't immediately decide to marry her, he shouldn't do this to her.
As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her neck, causing her to shiver.
Sienna turned her face away. "Then get off me!"
Bruce hesitated for a moment, and she kicked him, hitting him in a sensitive spot.
Bruce winced in pain, his eyes dark. "You're so ruthless. If you damage me, the Taylor family line will end!"
With that, he got off her.
As he moved, their bodies brushed against each other, each touch lingering.
After that, Bruce went to cook.
They were in the middle of nowhere. Even with money, they couldn't buy anything.
The small kitchen had only some rice, a tiny fridge with a bit of meat, eggs, and some vegetables. It was enough for a week at most, not half a month.
And wasn't this supposed to be a reality show with cameras everywhere? Bruce had looked around and found none.
Which meant they had to stay in this desolate place for two weeks.
Bruce carefully selected some ingredients and started a fire to cook.
Bruce had never done this before. He managed to get the fire going, but the rice was undercooked, and the vegetables turned out sweet.
He invited Sienna to eat.
They sat across from each other at a small wooden table. Sienna looked at the food for a long time before turning to Bruce.
"You wasted two days' worth of food. The remaining rice will last about five days. Bruce, you eat this. I'll cook again, and you can't have any."
"Is this really inedible?"
Bruce took a bite and immediately spat it out, his expression indescribable.
Sienna didn't want to cook either, but now she knew she couldn't rely on Bruce. She figured he chose Freya to have someone to take care of him. They were a good match!
She rinsed the rice, took out a small piece of salted meat, and some greens.
To start the fire, she needed a lighter.
When she asked Bruce for it, he refused, saying he would only give it to her if she let him eat with her.
Sienna sneered. "We'll cook separately!"
Bruce crossed his arms. "Then we'll both starve!"
Sienna muttered a curse under her breath and reluctantly agreed. She scooped out an extra bowl of rice but was stingy with the meat and vegetables.
Bruce stood behind her, asking softly, "How is this enough for both of us?"
Sienna ignored him. "If the show crew doesn't bring supplies, we won't even have porridge later. We need to ration."
Her tone was gentle, with a hint of softness.
For some reason, Bruce felt a pang of emotion. He couldn't explain it, but later he realized it was the feminine tenderness he had sought in Freya but never found.
Now that Sienna had agreed to let Bruce eat, she had him start the fire.
Bruce cooperated.
To his surprise, Sienna cooked two bowls of fragrant rice and a delicious salad with salted meat slices.
Bruce devoured everything.
He was a big guy and had been hungry all day. One bowl of rice and half a plate of salad weren't enough. Sienna silently gave him half of her rice.
Bruce looked at her. "How will you have enough?"
Sienna ate slowly, her voice low. "After eating, I'll lie down to save energy. You wash the dishes and clean up. Also, the blankets and mattress need to be aired out. They smell musty, and I'm afraid there might be bugs."
Bruce found it amusing. Sienna was still so delicate.
He ate slowly too. After a while, he asked, "There's only one bed. How do we sleep?"
Sienna didn't hesitate. "You sleep on the small couch. I'll give you a blanket. If you don't agree, we'll eat separately tomorrow."
Bruce laughed in exasperation. Sienna was using food to control him!
But he agreed.
In the afternoon, Sienna didn't lie down. She moved a chair outside to sunbathe while Bruce cleaned the house, aired the blankets, and even scrubbed the bathroom. While cleaning, he discovered something.
There was no hot water!
He didn't mind, but he knew Sienna would.
She was delicate!
Bruce's mood improved, probably because he had found a way to tease her.
After finishing his chores, he took a cold shower and walked out, dripping, with a towel around his waist.
Sienna was unpacking and was startled.
She continued hanging up her clothes, saying, "Mr. Taylor, please have some decency. We're sharing a space, so put on some clothes!"
Bruce took a cigarette from a pack, lighting it with a smirk. "Afraid to look? Scared you can't control yourself?"
Sienna ignored him, continuing to unpack.
She had brought many beautiful dresses and some sexy nightwear. They were pleasing to the eye, but Bruce couldn't help but think, if it wasn't him, would she wear these for other men?
The thought made Bruce uncomfortable.
He walked over, lightly touching the soft fabrics. "Dressing like this for a show, aren't you afraid of misunderstandings? Or are you looking for someone?"
Sienna's tone was sarcastic. "You're absolutely right! I'm here to find a fling! But don't worry, I'm not interested in my ex."
She grabbed a conservative nightgown and pushed him aside. "Move, I need to take a shower!"
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