"Whoa!" Sienna Thornton awoke with a start, reaching out to find herself covered in sweat.
Her heart raced, her mind was dizzy, and an unfamiliar feeling filled her whole being.
She stared blankly for a mont, waiting for the lingering sensations to fade before she sat up wistfully.
It was a dream!
Thinking about Simon Forrester in her dream, she felt so embarrassed she rolled around on the bed, almost falling off.
Just how lonely must one be to have such dreams?
She took off her sweaty pajamas, stepped into the bathroom, and found herself standing in front of the large mirror, staring at her mature and beautiful self.
Sienna’s face felt increasingly warm, her breathing was difficult, so she splashed cold water on her face.
The sound of a lodious string instrunt played, and soone rang the doorbell.
Sienna snapped back to reality, hastily running hot water over her body, threw on a bathrobe, and went out.
Through the peephole, she saw it was Simon Forrester outside, and suddenly felt a blurred line between dream and reality.
The doorbell continued to ring, the person outside had a slightly red nose, seemingly from the cold.
Sienna regained her senses, temporarily forgetting she was still in a bathrobe, and opened the door wide.
The cold air rushed in instantly, penetrating through her pores. She pulled at the collar of her robe, flushed, and smiled at Simon Forrester: "Good morning, Director Forrester! Co in, co in, it’s awfully cold outside."
Perhaps seeing her with a wrapped head and bathrobe, Simon Forrester hesitated for a few seconds before stepping in.
"I saw the weather forecast, it said there might be snow today, it’s really cold out, isn’t it? Wait, weren’t you supposed to wait downstairs? Why did you co up here?" Sienna turned inside, throwing out topics to hide her inner tension.
Simon Forrester had three black lines on his forehead: "I waited in the car for you for half an hour, but you didn’t co down, so I ca up to check."
"Eh?" Sienna glanced at the wall clock and laughed sheepishly, "So it’s already one. You know, I couldn’t sleep last night and only fell asleep at dawn, accidentally slept in."
Seeing Simon Forrester’s cold expression, not speaking, she took an individually packed coffee from the warming box and handed it to him, fawning: "Have a coffee to wake up a bit, I’ll change and be right out."
She returned to her initial enthusiasm upon eting him, but the core of this enthusiasm was actually courteous and distant, which Simon Forrester fully understood. He calmly accepted the coffee and sat on the sofa.
Sienna, usually very fast-paced, took almost half an hour to change clothes today. Simon Forrester waited, thinking sothing might have happened to her, then stood and headed to the master bedroom. Just as he bent his finger to knock, the door was pulled open suddenly from the inside, revealing Sienna’s exquisitely stunning face.
"I’m ready! Let’s go!" She raised her face and smiled at Simon Forrester.
Simon Forrester looked down at her and noticed her wearing intricate makeup. Her eyebrows were neatly brushed, her eyelids adorned with earth-toned shadows, her eyelashes long and curling, her lips were a soft pink, her cheekbones blushed, and her naturally good skin looked even more flawless with foundation.
If it weren’t for her being barefaced when she stayed at his place before, he wouldn’t be able to discern if she was wearing makeup at all.
Such a beautiful girl.
Simon Forrester snapped back to reality, his expression returning to its usual coolness.
Sienna, wearing ankle boots and an outer jacket, slung her bag, closed the door and turned to him again with a radiant smile.
The two descended the stairs one after the other. The deep space grey Urus was parked at the stairway entrance, already turned around, with the passenger side door facing the stairs.
Like before, Simon Forrester opened the car door for Sienna, only getting in after she did.
Sienna felt a small pang, though she now moved freely and didn’t need Simon Forrester to open the car door for her, it seed he still adhered to past habits.
But between them, there was only this one habit left, wasn’t there?
Sienna mused, her thoughts wandering to the first night in Norport.
If they hadn’t had separate rooms the next day, perhaps their relationship would be very complicated now?
Lovers? Casual partners?
Whichever it was, it seed to bring disturbance and burden to her otherwise calm life.
Refusing was right.
Sienna visualized a lot in her mind, snapping back to find the car still in place, and looked at Simon Forrester curiously. He was looking at her too, his expression puzzled.
"What’s wrong?"
"Your seatbelt," he glanced at her with a teasing tone, "Need to help you fasten it?"
"...Ah? No, no need." She felt embarrassed, quickly fastened the seatbelt.
The car started, the wide tires kicking up fine gravel from the ground.
Today Simon Forrester was driving the Lamborghini SUV released in spring, costing at least 4 million upon delivery, famously the fastest SUV on the planet with exceptional performance, perfect for anywhere but the crowded city center.
Sienna also noticed Simon Forrester drove this imposing car, resembling Europe’s wild cattle, both tis he went to Wrayhaven.
This car cos in yellow, grey, green, and blue, Simon Forrester chose the understated yet powerful deep space grey, just like the impression he gives - steady, understated, and capable.
How did such a man beco interested in her?
Sienna was dying of curiosity, she mumbled softly, "Um..."
Simon Forrester turned his head to glance at her, "What?"
She bravely asked, "Why are you interested in ?"
Simon Forrester looked ahead, speaking lightly, "Your personality is good."
He wore sunglasses, making his expression hard to decipher, but his jaw seed slightly tense, and his complexion didn’t look too good.
Sienna: "That’s it?"
"Yes."
Sienna laughed off: "There are many girls with good personalities, I’m not the only one."
"Indeed." Still a brief response.
Sienna felt a burning sensation in her face, embarrassed, Simon Forrester’s reaction made her seem self-absorbed, the "try it out" topic had passed over half a month ago, and Simon Forrester himself hadn’t ntioned it since. Why was she shalessly bringing it up now?
She cursed herself for being unusual.
The scenery outside the window flew past.
The location of the bed and breakfast project was already outside the city limits of Brimfield, though just over a hundred kiloters from her apartnt, but due to having to take a section of the national road, it took three hours overall.
Fortunately, after leaving the highway, the scenery along the way was beautiful. November marked the callia season, with flowers in pink, white, or yellow sporadically dotting the vast landscape, car music played Sienna’s favorite song "Morning" at just the right ti, making her originally mundane mood beco whimsical.
The car stopped at a red light.
She felt a warm breath approaching, instinctively turned around, and saw Simon Forrester had already unbuckled his seatbelt, his broad chest angled toward her, as if just three centiters away from touching her arm.
Her mind went blank, she shrunk to the side, "What...what are you doing?"
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