Simon Forrester placed Sienna Thornton onto the bed, took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, then went to the bathroom to fetch an empty basin and placed it by the bedside. He also brought the tissue box from the vanity table to the bed stand, and then poured a glass of warm water and set it aside.
Having done all this, just as he was about to leave, the small woman lying on the bed suddenly started to cry, "Woo woo."
He gently patted her shoulder, drew a tissue, and wiped the tears from her eyes, but the tears were like broken pearls, never-ending. Resolutely, he went and locked the room door.
When he returned, Sienna was still crying with her eyes closed, so he sat by the bed, gently embraced her, kissed her hair, and comforted her softly, "I’m here, you can sleep."
As expected, there was a knock on the door. He gently kissed Sienna’s forehead, covered her properly with the quilt, and went out.
Maeve stood waiting outside, using a look that only he understood.
His face lost its previous politeness, sitting coldly on the sofa, he took out his phone and continued handling his affairs.
Maeve sneered and walked over, asking, "What does Mr. Forrester an by this?"
Without lifting his head, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile, featuring a bit of aningless mockery, "No one is leaving tonight, let’s all just sit here!"
Maeve’s expression shifted, scrutinizing him sharply in the dim surroundings. After a mont, she figured it out, smiled as if relieved, and said, "Did you tell Sienna?"
He lazily lifted his eyes to look at her, "What are you referring to?" Seeing her silent, he smiled and added, "Do you an the fact that you’re in the closet, or that I like her?"
Both of these matters were a lethal blow to Maeve. Judging from her shocked expression, Simon guessed that Sienna was still safe at the mont.
Wanting to repay her for not involving Sienna, he generously said, "I like fair and transparent competition, so let tell you, neither."
Maeve let out a sigh of relief, carefully considered for a mont, then said sharply once more, "Sienna has too many things she needs to deal with, complicated relationships are not suitable. If you truly like her, clean yourself up first and then co."
Simon had just shifted his gaze to his phone, and upon hearing Maeve insinuating that he was ssy, he squinted at her. Initially wanting to argue, he thought of Sienna having only this one close friend, with whom she even opened a guest house, pooling their money together — their bond was far deeper than he had observed.
Their relationship still uncertain, even if they were together, he couldn’t afford to offend Maeve.
Considering this, he forced himself to suppress his anger, but offering a smile was out of the question; it was already good enough just to be courteous.
He coldly curled his lips, "Thank you for your advice."
...
In sumr, the day breaks early; it was not yet six, the sky was a vast blue.
Simon put away his phone, got up, and walked to the balcony, stretched his arms, and pressed them down, staring blankly at the distant white and blue sky.
He had spent the whole night sitting on the sofa dealing with work, and when he beca too tired to endure, he rested his head and closed his eyes for a while, yet didn’t fall asleep, his ears remained alert to everything around him.
In the middle of the night, Sienna woke up and vomited. Both he and Maeve rushed in, one patting her back, the other offering water. After she finished vomiting, he took the basin out. What she had consud during the night, he didn’t know, but she threw up sothing black and tar-like. Watching it made his stomach turn, but he still had to grit his teeth and clean the basin.
Afterward, Sienna finally slept peacefully, and Maeve returned to the guest room to sleep too. Simon, however, stayed awake until dawn.
Having washed his face in the bathroom, Simon happened to run into Maeve just coming out of the guest room. Maeve’s expression was indifferent, "Sienna’s fine now, you can leave."
Just as he was about to ntion he wanted to wait until Sienna woke up to leave, his phone in his pocket rang. Glancing at the caller ID, his brows furrowed, and he stepped aside to answer, "Uncle Jacobs."
"Young master, the elder master wants you to go to the old house now."
It must be Bianca Fordham has reported the DK matter to the old house.
After a mont’s thought, Simon agreed, "I’ll be there by seven."
After hanging up, he quietly walked to the master bedroom, opened the door a crack, saw that Sienna was sleeping soundly, then picked up the car keys on the table and prepared to leave.
Putting on the leather shoes by the entrance, he looked at Maeve, "I have to go take care of sothing, I’ll be back later."
Maeve chuckled lightly, "I suggest you call before you co, we might go to South Bay later."
He said nothing more and left.
...
When Sienna woke up, her head throbbed terribly as if it were split in two.
Seeing she was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, she frowned and pondered for a mont, then grabbed Maeve, who ca in with honey water, and asked, "Why am I sleeping in these clothes?"
Maeve handed her the honey water, "You got drunk, Simon Forrester and I brought you back."
"I know that, but why didn’t you change my pajamas and just let sleep like this?"
"Why do you think?" Maeve pulled out the round stool tucked under the vanity and sat down, "Simon Forrester wouldn’t let !"
Sienna had just taken a large sip of honey water when she heard this, the liquid stuck in her throat, making her face turn red before she managed to swallow it down. After it went down, the roar building in her chest transford into, "Is he crazy?!"
"Whether he’s crazy or not, you’d know better than I do." Maeve took the empty glass from her, getting ready to leave, "Go take a shower and have breakfast."
Sitting on the bed, Sienna quietly recalled the events of last night. As Simon Forrester said, alcohol numbs the cerebellum, which controls limb balance, and doesn’t affect thinking and mory.
So she rembered everything, rembered collapsing outside the bathroom, being held by Simon Forrester. At that ti, she was basically hanging onto him, intentionally so, she just wanted him to hold her.
Last night, she was too wronged, especially after getting drunk; she felt like the most pitiful child in the world, and seeing him co out, she couldn’t hold back anymore. At that mont, she just wanted him to hold her.
Drunk in body, clear in heart.
Sienna looked up at the void above, let out a long sigh, and without energy, got out of bed to get clothes and take a shower. After coming out, Maeve was frying eggs in the kitchen; Sienna, with her hair wrapped in a towel, went back to her room.
Sitting at the vanity, absentmindedly staring at her reflection in the mirror, she casually grabbed a bottle next to her, poured so lotion into her palm, and patted it onto her face. Then she poured lotion again to moisturize her face, then applied it on her neck and hands.
Maeve leaned against the doorfra, watched for a mont, then walked in, picked up the bottle that hadn’t yet been capped, glanced at it, and laughed, "Why are you applying n’s skincare products to your face?"
"Hmm?" Startled, Sienna took a closer look and suddenly widened her eyes, staring incredulously at the familiar beige frosted bottle.
"I... Forget it! Once or twice doesn’t matter!" She stood up irritably, picked up the hairdryer, and went to the balcony to dry her hair.
The hairdryer in hand was cordless, like the one Simon Forrester had, very expensive. She didn’t quite understand why she spent thousands on such a hairdryer.
Probably because, in the past six months, she kept thinking of him...
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