In less than two seconds, Tyrone kicked Sam away forcefully and saw him sitting on the ground, looking very disheveled.

"Are you okay?" Tyrone asked Sienna nervously.

Sienna shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

Tyrone was indifferent to Sam and said, "This matter has been handed over to the higher-ups. I don't even have the right to negotiate. Just be honest with me."

Sienna, who was not as angry as she was at the beginning, rubbed her neck and said, "To put it another way, it's not a bad thing to find out she's pregnant. Do you have to have two lives to be happy?"

Sam was silent, sitting on the ground with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm Willow's instructor. If you have something, you can come to me. There's no need to ask her to deal with it privately. Now you can leave. Let's wait until there's a further development."

Tyrone gave the order to leave.

After the three of them left, Sienna began to tidy up the bar.

Other staff members also helped with the cleaning. Sienna got along well with them and they were all very efficient, and the scene gradually returned to order.

"Sienna, stop cleaning up. If someone stands up for you, why don't you quickly thank them?" Dahlia urged on to give them a chance to be alone: "It's chaotic here. Go to the box inside and thank your savior well!"

Sienna nodded in agreement, looking at Tyrone with a hint of shyness in her eyes. Thinking that this was the place where the two of them met, she felt as if she were from another world, with a sense of melancholy in her heart.

Tyrone was invited into the box!

It can be said that he was pushed in by Dahlia and then heard the sound of the door being locked from the outside, clicking, as if ringing on the heart board.

He looked around and found that the compartment was not small, with a fleece sofa, complete audio-visual equipment, a double-door refrigerator, and a transparent and clean coffee table.

Sienna walked in and skillfully took out two cans of beer from the fridge.

"What is this for?" He looks very guarded.

Sienna knew he was sensitive and said, "Don't mind. Dahlia is just playing around. Maybe she wants to keep you for a late-night snack. I just want to buy you a beer. Thank you for your help."

Tyrone thought for a moment and said, "It's not that I'm overthinking it. You're making me feel like I've fallen into a trap."

He suddenly wondered if Sienna and Sam were doing a double act, just to lure him into the trap, every time she played such tricks and had to be on guard.

House of Vermon and House of Russel have always been at odds with House of Debois, Sienna is Vermon, for the time being a House of Vermon, and Sam has made it clear that he is a House of Russel. So what on earth do these two families want?

With this realization, Tyrone was more wary of her, looking at her with a distant gaze and unable to get close.

What he said made Sienna very sad, but only for a short time.

After all, she knew that Tyrone had never trusted her, and it was understandable that there was suspicion, after all, she just liked him. But it was also her intention to remain mysterious, especially not to expose the child.

Sienna opened one of the cans of beer, took a big gulp with her head up, and then held it in her hand and shook it, making a slight swaying sound.

"Actually, I'm like this can of beer right now. You never know what it tastes like until you have a taste of it, but you can experience it if you have a taste."

Tyrone looked at her quietly as if she were looking at a woman who was both familiar and strange.

For a while, neither of them took the initiative to speak up. They just looked at each other, with strange feelings flowing in their hearts.

Dahlia opened the door and came in.

She was holding a fruit platter with a few fresh fruits on it, rich in fruit aroma.

"Come on, have some fruit first. Handsome guy, you're the savior of our bar. Drink whatever you like here tonight and eat whatever fruit you like. Don't be polite to me."

"It's a small favor, but I'm not sure if it's worth it."

Tyrone's face remained unchanged, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or not.

Dahlia gave Sienna a look as if to encourage her, then made an excuse that there was still something to do outside and went out first, giving them enough time to be alone, maybe something good would happen.

"May I know about your relationship with the boss here?"

"You drink with me first and I'll tell you." She handed over another can of beer, and her smile flared up again: "It's not interesting to drink alone, Colonel Tyrone. I want you to drink with me."

Tyrone took the beer but opened it immediately because she had been hesitating all along.

The woman had an irresistible attraction to him, and at the same time, he had anticipated her danger, whether to drink or not, it was a recognition of attitude.

Sienna's gaze fell on the fruit plate. There was an apple, at first glance, just an ordinary fruit, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an aromatherapy product.

She found it interesting and happened to have a red lighter at hand, so she lit it. The tiny flame flickered, creating an unusual atmosphere, as if a candle had been lit.

In a short while, the air was filled with the characteristic scent of the aromatherapy product, a soft, pleasant smell that lifted the mood.

Gradually, Sienna felt a little hot.

She looked up at the air conditioner and muttered to herself, "How could it be hot when the warm air wasn't turned on? Or I was too nervous."

Facing him, she really gets nervous and is prone to having a dry mouth and throat.

Tyrone felt the same way, though he was a man, a soldier, and relatively heat-tolerant, yet he loosened his first two buttons.

Sienna felt hot all over when he saw his Adam's apple moving, and that urgent strangeness emerged from nowhere, and his vision became somewhat blurred, with an indescribable throbbing.

At this moment, Tyrone's look at her changed, inexplicably, as if a ball of fire was rolling in his heart, his whole body was gradually in a tense state, eager to find a breakthrough.

And this breakthrough was clearly her.

Sienna had just given birth to a blushing and heart-pounding thought when Tyrone, desperate, came over and pushed her whole onto the sofa, his fingers wrapped around her long hair.

"Tyrone."

There was an invitation in Sienna's eyes, eager for a more intimate move with him.

"Um." Tyrone snorted.

Sienna's head was swollen, and she felt her body was quickly adjusting and getting ready for his arrival. No matter what the outcome was, she wanted to go with him to experience and share the moment.

Tyrone's breathing was clearly at a different frequency, a fatal attraction to her with a hazy gaze, and his long, smooth hair brushed past his palm and his heart.

In front of him, the beauty seemed to be testing his sanity all the time, especially looking at Sienna's plump lips, he had the urge to kiss her, but he was still trying to control that deadly feeling.

She couldn't move this woman!

Sienna could no longer bear his hesitation and took the initiative to raise her head and kiss his resolute chin.

It was like a fuse that quickly ignited the dry firewood within Tyrone, and at the same time, it turned them into two blazing fires that existed only for each other.

The kiss, driven by impulse, stirs up all of their emotions.

In their continuous exploration, there was close interaction.