"Enough, let go, you don't need to act here anymore." He cautioned for the last time.

Sienna turned a deaf ear.

At last, Tyrone pushed her away, looking at her drunk and confused eyes, and said, "I warn you, if you dare to act again, I'll throw you onto the main road."

Sienna sat down obediently.

Tyrone drove in silence for a while before asking, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Are you caring about me?"

Her burning gaze lingered on his side face, and the flickering light in the car made him look even more handsome and heroic.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No, never enough in a lifetime," Sienna muttered to him.

Tyrone didn't hear clearly, and when he turned his head to look at her, she lowered her head and pretended to be asleep, then ignored her and focused on driving.

Suddenly he noticed a vehicle following his Land Rover from behind,

He suddenly became alert and his mind became clear. Could it be Sienna who brought them here? For a moment, Tyrone was really not sure, but became even more suspicious of her origin.

Two cars were speeding one in front and the other behind.

Fortunately, the other side did not move further. Otherwise, Tyrone would never have let them leave safely. As the captain of the special forces, he didn't care about the other side at all.

As he was driving, Tyrone suddenly braked to a halt, and the car behind him, in surprise, moved straight ahead. He could only see one side of the driver's face, with a thick beard, unable to make out his appearance, but felt that his nose was flat.

As far as he could remember, he had never seen the man.

Tyrone turned his head to look at Sienna, and saw that she seemed to be asleep, with her entire head lowered forward and the posture struggling.

Hey, are you asleep? He patted her with his hand: "Wake up, we're almost there."

Sienna didn't respond at all, as if he hadn't heard.

When he came down to the apartment building, Tyrone stopped his car and, seeing Sienna still pretending to be asleep, urged her to get out of the car quickly as he had to rush back to deal with something.

Sienna woke up leisurely, with sleepy eyes and a lazy look, loose dress and a hint of seductive charm, which made the atmosphere in the car quite unusual.

"Go up by yourself. I have something to do."

He looked straight ahead, not looking at her intoxicating appearance.

Sienna, not wanting him to leave so soon, glared at him and said, "I'm drunk, can you help me upstairs?"

She was pleading, as if she were frail.

"You're not drunk. Don't try to deceive me." He didn't look at her, his eyes fixed on the steering wheel and said, "My patience is limited, half a minute for you --"

Before he could finish his words, he turned his head and saw her covering her mouth and frowning.

Tyrone felt something was wrong and quickly got out of the car, then went around and helped her open the door on the other side.

Sienna, without a word, rushed out of the car and threw up on one side, but after the night breeze blew, she seemed to throw up even more violently, as if she was about to throw up all her insides.

Tyrone, unable to let her go, silently handed her a bottle of water and a tissue in the car, and patted her back instead.

After vomiting for a while, Sienna felt much better, but her feet were unsteady and her whole body was limp. She was not unable to drink, but because he had been driving fast and it was stuffy in the car, she felt uncomfortable.

"Will you come upstairs with me?" Sienna was weak, his voice soft: "I'm afraid I'll faint in the elevator, and then it will be really bad, a pitiful person, it will die."

Tyrone stood still.

I'm vomiting like this. It won't do anything to you. Just consider me a patient.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Tyrone somehow agreed.

Tyrone carried her into the elevator, then lowered her down, and in the limited space, only each other's breathing could be heard.

In addition to the smell of alcohol, there was a faint fragrance on her, a scent that was unique to her, evoking reverie, and Tyrone could only stand solemnly as if the woman beside him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, the elevator suddenly stopped.

The lights inside became strange, flickering on and off!

'Stuck?' Sienna panicked and instinctively grabbed his arm with both hands: "What should we do? We won't get into trouble, will we?"

Tyrone was calm: "Don't panic. It should only be temporary."

"How do you know? You're not the elevator repairman. What if something goes wrong?" She leaned against him, seeking comfort.

"Why do I feel like even the elevator is helping you right now?" Tyrone retorted, trying to liven up the atmosphere: "Be honest, did you bribe the manager here?"

Sienna was now sober and could even hear her own violent heartbeat, so nervous that she turned a deaf ear to his teasing when he was mocking her.

And the elevator was stuck, as if deliberately, adding to the tension.

Tyrone used the phone in the elevator to contact the property management, explained the situation, and then looked at Sienna, who was almost completely pressed against him, looking very scared.

"You're quite bold, aren't you? You're not afraid of the child being held hostage." Thinking of this, Tyrone took the initiative to ask, "Let me ask you again, is this child yours?"

"Are you going to finish? ! It's so late, and you still ask me one. I'm completely at a loss now, and no matter what I ask, I don't know."

Sienna pretends to be angry.

Tyrone seized her arm at once, his eyes sharp and piercing.

"Ah! You pulled too hard and my arm hurt. ' Sienna still played dumb, saying, "You mean it, don't you?"

It was obvious that she frowned.

"Yes, I mean it! Then what do you say? ' Tyrone tried to pinch her chin, but his hand was slippery and touched only her slippery face.

"Are you trying to force me? Sienna looked into his eyes and felt at ease in her heart: "I know nothing and I don't think of harming you. I'm serious!"

She just wanted to get close to him to love him.

Tyrone wanted to believe her, but with years of experience, the more it was in such a situation, the less likely it was to be believed. The woman was a curse, and her motives had always been suspicious.

"How can I believe what you say? Just now, someone was driving and following us. If it wasn't you, then who?"

Sienna was angry in her heart, so she pushed him and glared at him, saying, "I didn't do that and there was no need for me to do it." Tyrone, I - "she fell silent and paused for two seconds before saying," I'm not feeling well!"

Because the air in the elevator was bad, Sienna wanted to throw up again, still heading in his direction.

As a result, there was a large stain left on Tyrone's clothes, and she was sprinting so fast that he didn't have time to avoid it, causing the clothes to rot.