"Why do you have n’s skincare products at ho?" Maeve sat down beside Sienna, staring at her sharply, "Did Simon Forrester stay here?"
"What the hell?" Sienna snapped back to reality, frowned slightly, "I’m not in that kind of relationship with him..." Before she could finish, she realized this explanation was overemphasized, after all, she had lived with Simon Forrester for a month before.
Damn, this is so frustrating.
Feeling annoyed, she put away the hairdryer and towel, and walked to the dining room. Maeve followed her, pressing on, "What’s really going on between you two? Have you fallen out?"
Sienna wasn’t sure if they had fallen out. She sat down and briefly recounted what had happened recently, from agreeing to give Simon Forrester a month of observation, to getting drunk last night.
"From start to finish, you cared about two things," Maeve said, "Simon Forrester doesn’t consider your professional ethics as a lawyer; and you suspect he found a woman the night he negotiated a settlent with the opponent."
Sienna nodded.
Maeve asked, "If it were soone else, like Zion, would you be this angry and concerned about it?"
Sienna sipped her porridge, thought for a mont, and said, "I’d be mad at him for making things difficult for , not for finding a woman."
After saying this, she suddenly understood everything clearly.
Maeve sighed deeply, shaking her head, "Have you fallen in love with Simon Forrester? That’s why you care about how he positions you, and whether he stays faithful for you?"
"Bang", a crisp sound of porcelain clashing, Sienna heavily dropped her spoon into the bowl, "So what? Everyone’s got a bit of romance in them."
"Anyway, do what you think is best. If you feel this person isn’t right for you, then forget it, avoid him, and over ti, it’ll be okay," said Maeve.
Sienna didn’t reply.
Half a year ago, she did just that, but it didn’t work. As soon as Simon Forrester returned, her calmness was once again disturbed by him.
"Ah," she looked utterly despondent, "I want so peace today. If you don’t have anything else, just head back early, don’t worry about ." With that, she returned to her room.
However, instead of falling asleep right away, she sat dazed in front of her dressing table, absentmindedly lifted her sleeve, and sniffed the faint fragrance on her wrist, the sa scent as Simon Forrester’s.
...
The ad-hoc board eting at Forrester Group lasted all day. The directors were unhappy with Simon Forrester’s decision to hand over the group’s online creative business to DK without consulting them. Old Master Forrester reprimanded him in front of everyone, almost forcing him to apologize individually.
When Simon Forrester left the Forrester’s old mansion, it was completely dark, and when he checked the ti, it was past ten in the evening.
He hadn’t even had a chance to eat, still wearing the sa clothes from the day before, and drove straight to Sienna’s ho.
He hadn’t even reached the upper floor when he saw the light spilling out from the balcony and the living room lights were on. He went straight up and knocked for a while, but Sienna didn’t open the door. He called her, but she didn’t answer; he texted her, but got no reply.
He knew why she was angry and initially planned to explain in a WeChat ssage, but without being face-to-face, just a one-sided explanation from him, he didn’t know where to begin. So he left her a voice ssage, asking her to rest well and that he’d see her tomorrow.
The next day, Simon Forrester woke up before dawn, queuing for over an hour to buy the Guardian Temple snacks that Sienna loved.
Driving to her apartnt building, it was just dawn, and there weren’t many people moving about in the community, with cars parked in neat rows.
Simon Forrester found a parking spot about twenty or thirty ters from the entrance to the stairs. Just as he got out of the car, he saw Zion Quincy hurrying down the stairs, heading toward the main gate.
He wore casual trousers and a shirt, his skin fair, eyebrows thick, and eyes big, resembling a flower boy from a Korean drama.
In the sunlight, his hair was black and shiny... wet, seeming like he’d just taken a shower and hadn’t had ti to dry it yet.
Simon Forrester suddenly felt a pang in his chest, the hand holding the breakfast bag clenched tightly, knuckles turning white.
He ran up to the fifth floor in one breath, raised his hand, and pounded on Sienna’s door.
"Have you forgotten sothing?" The door opened a crack, Sienna, in pajamas and her hair disheveled, saw Simon Forrester standing grim-faced outside the door, froze for a mont, then reacted quickly to close the door.
Simon Forrester wedged his hand in and pushed hard, forcing the door in the opposite direction and stepping into the room.
Sienna took two steps back, frowned as she looked at him, "What are you doing? Illegally entering soone else’s ho, I can sue you!"
"Did you refuse to open the door for last night because Zion Quincy was here staying the night?" Even though he tried to control his emotions, his tone still changed.
Sienna was dumbfounded, then quickly reacted, yelling at him angrily, "Are you nuts?!" Saying that, she went to push him towards the door, "Get the hell out! I don’t want to see you! You’re fucking crazy!"
Not only did he not go out, but he also turned around and closed the door, locking it.
The outside light was cut off instantly, and the room plunged into darkness. The orientation of this house was poor.
He placed the breakfast he had been holding on a low cabinet to the side, then just looked at Sienna quietly.
His whole face was shrouded in darkness, Sienna couldn’t see his expression. He was silent, and the atmosphere was filled with a terrifying stillness.
Sienna had never seen him like this before, and she was so tense that her limbs were trembling slightly. She forced herself to stay calm, "You’d better leave, or I’ll call the police."
His large fra suddenly closed in a step, casting a shadow that enclosed her in his space, the pressure overwhelming, making her scalp tingle. She warned him again, seeing that he was unmoved, she turned and ran back to her room, locking the door, preparing to call the police.
However, after unlocking her phone screen, she found she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to call the police.
The door behind her was knocked upon, Simon Forrester standing outside, his voice now calm, "I’ll wait for you out here. If possible, let’s have a good talk."
Sienna leaned her back against the door, staring into the void for a mont, then moved to the closet, put on an undergarnt, and changed into a sports skirt.
When she ca out, Simon Forrester was sitting at the round dining table, with several paper boxes and two servings of noodle tea on the table.
"Let’s have breakfast together," he said.
Sienna gave him a wary glance and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. When she ca out, she was still clutching her phone tightly.
She sat down but didn’t look at him, picking up a spoon and sipping so noodle tea, then eating an Ai Wo Wo.
There were sugared ear pastries on the table too, reminding her of the ti in the car when she offered him a sugared ear pastry, and he deliberately eating her fingers too.
Thinking of this, her eyes inadvertently shifted to his lips.
His lips weren’t thick, yet they weren’t very thin either, with a healthy pink color that made him appear in good health. He often pursed his lips, looking cold and stern.
These lips had kissed her...
Had licked the cream off the corner of her mouth...
But also kissed those other ssy won...
Sienna suddenly felt a wave of nausea, unable to eat any more.
Seeing her not eating, Simon Forrester stopped eating too, pulled out a napkin, elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, folded it, and tossed it into the trash bin under the table.
His face looked bad, dark and ominous, as if he were harboring a bellyful of grievances with nowhere to vent.
Choosing to ignore him, Sienna got up to rinse her mouth in the bathroom. When she ca out, Simon Forrester had already cleared the table of dishes, now sitting on a single sofa in the living room.
She walked over with a cold expression, sitting on the furthest corner of the three-seater sofa from him.
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