Chapter 918 He Waited for Her All Night in the Villa!
Bruce returned to the villa.
He opened the door and got out of the car, feeling an exhaustion he had never experienced before.
The housekeeper approached him, hesitating before speaking, "Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor's flight this afternoon... I heard she's going abroad for quite a while."
"Yeah, I know," Bruce replied.
He walked into the hall, tossed his keys onto the table, and sank into the couch, staring blankly into space.
The housekeeper asked if he wanted dinner, but he didn't seem to notice.
After a while, Bruce finally said in a low voice, "Sure, go ahead."
The housekeeper moved quickly, and soon the table was filled with dishes. But Bruce had no appetite.
He took a few bites and then said, "From now on, I'll be eating alone. Just keep it simple."
The housekeeper hurried to explain, "When I bought groceries this morning, I didn't know Mrs. Taylor would be going abroad, so..."
Realizing she had misspoken, she stopped talking.
Bruce didn't blame her.
He put down his utensils and slowly went upstairs.
Even though the housekeeper was cleaning up the dishes, making crisp sounds, he felt the villa was eerily quiet.
Bruce had been used to living alone before, but now it felt especially lonely.
As he walked into the bedroom, everything seemed the same, except the closet was missing Sienna's belongings.
Sienna had taken her documents, her favorite clothes, and even half of the skincare products from the vanity.
She said she'd be gone for six months.
Bruce sat down slowly in the closet, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
After a few puffs, the smoke felt harsh.
He picked up his phone and dialed Sienna's number, knowing it was turned off but still wanting to call.
He dialed ten times in a row, but of course, none went through.
Sienna was on the plane.
As Bruce was scrolling through old photos, Lonnie called, sounding annoyed, "Bruce, weren't you supposed to bring Sienna home for dinner? Your mom, grandpa, and I have been waiting, and you didn't even show up! Where's your wife? I personally invited her, and your mom's been crying at home every day."
Bruce was silent for a long time before saying, "She's gone abroad for a film shoot. She might be gone for six months."
Lonnie wasn't stupid.
He had suspected their marriage wasn't going well, but he hadn't expected it to be this cold.
He sneered, "Didn't you say at the office you'd bring her home for dinner? Clearly, you didn't know she was leaving today. And you say she'll be gone for six months—what, you don't plan to visit her, or have her come home for a short stay? Bruce, did you think marrying a wife was like raising cattle, letting her roam freely?"
Bruce frowned, "Dad, what do you mean, raising cattle, letting her roam freely?"
Lonnie was annoyed, "Isn't it the same thing? Anyway, you need to give your mom and me an explanation. A good wife just up and leaves, and you dare say you have no responsibility?"
Bruce was already in a bad mood, and now he felt even worse.
After reluctantly dealing with Lonnie, he went out to the terrace to smoke, occasionally checking his phone, knowing she couldn't reply while on the plane.
That night, Bruce barely slept.
He kept waiting for Sienna to land and contact him.
He didn't know what he wanted to confirm—maybe that she still loved him, and this sudden trip was just for work, unrelated to their relationship.
Finally, at 4:30 AM.
Sienna's phone was back on, and Bruce held his phone, connected to her through the network.
When he spoke, he found it surprisingly difficult.
He said, "Tonight, I was supposed to bring you home for dinner. Sienna, I had a meeting this morning; I didn't turn off my phone on purpose."
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