BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 1194
Chapter 1194
When did Shane and Sandy get so close? Sienna had absolutely no idea.
Envy burned hot in Sienna's chest. "Sandy's totally hitting on you behind my back, isn't she? Shane, she just wants payback.
She's playing you!"
But Shane narrowed his eyes, his voice low and full of meaning. "If Sandy really wanted to play me, that'd be a dream come true.
Sienna, I'm warning you-leave her out of your drama.
I'm just not into you. That's got nothing to do with her.
And about this engagement? Not happening. Not now, not ever. You'd better talk some sense into your grandma.
Otherwise, it's going to get ugly for both our families."
The moment his tone turned icy, his whole face went cold. Sienna just stared as Shane turned on his heel and strode away.
He barely paused as he stepped out of the funeral home, scanning the crowd for any sign of Sandy's voice.
But then he spotted Sandy standing with Whitney just outside. Sandy's gaze flickered away from him, her eyebrows drawn
Crap, Shane thought. Did Sandy see Sienna clinging to his arm just now? Did she get the wrong idea?
Sure enough, Sandy didn't say a word. When he looked her way, she acted like he didn't even exist.
She tugged on Whitney's sleeve. "Sis, why'd you stop walking?"
Whitney's eyes shifted to Shane-she'd heard Sienna's little tantrum, too.
Honestly, she'd only slowed down to give Shane a chance to catch up to Sandy. It was obvious he wanted to talk to her, and
Whitney was nothing if not an enabler.
But before Whitney could say anything, Sandy's phone started ringing.
Sandy glanced at the screen, frowned, shot Whitney a quick look, and then stepped away to answer.
Sneaky much?
Whitney's spidey-sense tingled.
Within seconds, Sandy peeked around the door, checking out the lobby.
Whitney followed her gaze-a tall, casually dressed guy waved at Sandy from across the hall, grinning and holding up his phone.
"Sandy! You done here? I'm out front."
She glanced at Whitney, cheeks a suspicious shade of pink. "Whitney, um, this is Zachary. We're working overtime on a project
together at the office."
"Zachary, huh?" Whitney arched an eyebrow. If Sandy was introducing the guy by name, they were definitely more than just
coworkers.
Whitney couldn't help it—she smirked and looked back at Shane.
Sure enough, Shane's handsome face was thunderous, his eyes practically shooting daggers at Zachary. He looked ready to
pounce, every muscle tense, as if he was about to tear the guy apart.
His dangerous stare pinned Sandy in place.
But Sandy was clueless-she just felt the air grow heavy and cold around her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, phone still in hand, completely oblivious to Shane's smoldering glare. She flashed
Whitney a bright, innocent smile. "Sis, since Zachary's here, I'll catch a ride with him. We still have work to finish up. You go back
to the hospital on your own, okay?
If you need anything, just call me tonight.
I'll swing by the hospital after work and help out."
Whitney just beamed, giving Zachary a polite nod, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she caught Shane's murderous vibe in her
peripheral vision. She nearly burst out laughing, but managed to say with a straight face, "Go on, Sandy, don't let us hold you up.
Whether it's business or pleasure, your stuff's more important. I'll be fine at the hospital-don't worry about me."
"Why don't you need her help?!" Shane wanted nothing more than to throttle Whitney for stirring the pot.