It’s Jane Jefferson from the family law departnt.
Sienna Thornton smiled at her: "Thank you."
Jane Jefferson also smiled back in the mirror, adjusting her hairstyle, her gaze lingering a few tis on the obvious hickey on Sienna’s neck, and asked with a smile: "Did Partner Reed co back?"
At this question, the smile on Sienna’s face faded slightly: "I’m not really sure." With that, she walked over to the hand dryer to dry her silk scarf.
A few minutes later, after fixing the scarf back on, she greeted Jane Jefferson and left the restroom.
In the office, Rochelle Linwood was waiting for her, seeing her with an upset face, she asked: "What’s wrong?"
"I ran into Lawyer Jefferson from the family law departnt."
Rochelle Linwood didn’t respond, just looked at her.
Sienna was fuming, she yanked off the scarf around her neck, pointing to the large, obvious hickey, and complained: "She saw this and then asked if Partner Reed is back, what does she an by that?"
"Eh..." Rochelle Linwood didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say much, knowing that Sienna was already well aware of the situation.
Originally feeling restless from suddenly being in a relationship with Simon Forrester, Sienna’s mood was utterly sullen after this morning’s incident. She hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy the joy of being soone’s girlfriend before being doused in a cold shower.
In the afternoon, the departnt head hosted a eting, ostensibly to review work for the second half of the year, but in reality, it was just targeting her.
Under the guise of project reallocation, her ongoing international cases were taken from her, redistributed among other lawyers, with talk of interviewing new lawyers to take over her duties in advance.
She was being sidelined completely.
Sitting to the right of the departnt head, Lawyer Chandler wore an eager look as if waiting for her to cause a scene or even to confront the departnt head or the entire firm.
However, she just sat quietly in her seat, twirling a pen in her hand, lost in thought.
The eting continued, but none of it concerned her. She sat there in a daze, thinking about being Simon Forrester’s girlfriend now. Should she ssage him tonight to show concern? What should be the frequency of contact between them?
She had never dated before, and honestly didn’t know how to be a girlfriend.
Still daydreaming...
"Lawyer Thornton, Lawyer Thornton?" The conference room suddenly went quiet, soone called her na.
She looked up to see a young girl holding a big bouquet of white roses standing at the conference room door. With Rochelle Linwood waving at her from the side, the girl asked loudly: "Lawyer Thornton, soone sent you flowers, where do you want them?"
She was taken aback, excused herself to the head, and went out to take a look.
The bouquet of white roses was enormous, at least a hundred roses, with no card on top, she had no idea who sent it. She quietly instructed them to be placed in her office first.
In the conference room, everyone was looking at her with various expressions.
Sitting next to her, Lawyer Yates lowered his voice with a tone of envy: "Sent by your boyfriend?"
"Huh?" Sienna said awkwardly, "I don’t know either..."
She wasn’t lying. In that mont, she wasn’t sure if Simon Forrester would do such a thing.
"The language of white roses is to give to a pure and innocent person, how romantic!" Lawyer Yates said.
Sienna twirled her pen, thinking about who might have sent the flowers, and suddenly rembered the ti she fell in the bathroom at Simon Forrester’s house, she noticed a few white roses in the vase in his guest bathroom.
Most people like red roses, but white ones seed fitting for soone as cool and aloof as him.
Once she knew it was him who sent the flowers, it didn’t feel as vexing. But then she thought about how it was sent by her boyfriend Simon Forrester, and she still felt a warm sensation in her heart.
Sienna’s mood lifted, and after the eting ended, she walked back to her office with a smile.
The original gloomy feelings from being sidelined were swept away by the arrival of the white roses.
Several female assistants stood at the office door, most complinting the man who sent Sienna the white roses on his good taste, saying the elegance of white roses suited Sienna perfectly.
Sienna was delighted, took three roses to place in her small vase, and let Rochelle Linwood distribute the rest to the other female colleagues in the office.
When they reached the family law departnt, Jane Jefferson happened to be there, so Rochelle Linwood brought a few in.
Jane Jefferson imdiately knew they were sent to Sienna, held up three white roses to examine for a mont, and said with a smile: "Imported Britione white roses, quite expensive."
Rochelle Linwood just smiled without saying anything.
Once she left, Jane Jefferson imdiately called Thomas Reed’s secretary, Leanne Norton: "Has Partner Reed returned to the country?"
Leanne Norton: "Not yet, next month. Is there sothing you need from him?"
Jane Jefferson: "Did he ntion when he’s coming back?"
Leanne Norton: "I heard he’s coming back next month to host a farewell party for Lawyer Thornton."
Jane Jefferson’s face turned pale, she said nothing more, just hung up the phone.
...
At five o’clock, Sienna Thornton grabbed her bag, ready to leave.
All the major clients had been reassigned, even the case she just received that morning was taken away. She was now truly idle, so had no issues leaving work on ti.
Just as she stepped into the elevator, she received a WeChat ssage from Simon Forrester: "Let’s have dinner tonight, I’ll wait for you at the gate of Vantage."
She didn’t reply, but walked to the front door to find Simon Forrester’s black S90 indeed parked outside.
The corners of her mouth involuntarily lifted, and she trotted down the stairs towards his car, just about to knock on the car window when he got out of the driver’s seat.
"Why are you here?" Her eyes curved into a smile, "Just tell where we’re eating, and I could have driven myself."
He approached with a smile, one hand slipping around her lower back: "Taking two cars just to have a al would be showing off, wouldn’t it?"
"But I’ll still have to co back to get my car after dinner, otherwise how am I going to get to work tomorrow?" she laughed.
"Don’t bother with that little mini anymore, from now on I’ll drive you to and from work." As he spoke, he lifted her long hair off her shoulder, leaning in close to her cheek.
With people all around, many even colleagues from Vantage, she got shy and instinctively turned her face away: "Hey... don’t!"
But still, he succeeded.
...
The two of them went to "BJ Bright" on Founders’ Gate Avenue for dinner, a place frequented by wealthy stars, 66 stories up, overlooking Concordia Avenue, spanning Zenith Tower to the Western Hills.
"How did you think of dining here?" Sienna Thornton cut into the juicy and plump steak on her plate, "This place is rather pricey."
Simon Forrester placed a slice of salmon on her plate, smiling: "Haven’t you been here before? Looks like that bunch of guys chasing you from one end of Regent Street to the other don’t have great taste!"
Sienna Thornton gave him a look: "You’re getting a deal and playing coy? Wanna bet I’ll find soone else?"
Knowing well that she just didn’t give other guys a chance, he still couldn’t help wanting to tease her, enjoying seeing her flair up.
A fluffed-up cat is the cutest, isn’t it?
But once the cat’s fur fluffs up, it needs a bit of smoothing.
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