Chapter 170

Broderick's eyes darkened, an unexplainable frustration bubbling up inside him. Was the food at Starcrest Manor not good enough? The kitchen bent over backward to cater to her tastes every single day. Or maybe... what made the food delicious was who she had beside her? As his thoughts wandered, Sienna's soft voice broke the silence. "Broderick, you're back? Is Leslie really not coming home tonight? I kinda miss her." There was this little look of dependence in her eyes. Miss her? Would Leslie miss Sienna? She was probably having a blast at the Mitchell's house right now-chilling out, enjoying herself. "You can't call her yourself?" He said it lightly and pointed to the seat next to him. "Sit." "Oh, okay, Bro." She nodded and sat down across from him, her movements small and cautious. There was a faint hint of alcohol and smoke clinging to Broderick's clothes. If Leslie were home, there's no way those smells would be there. Sienna peeked up at him, hesitated, then nervously pulled out h