"..." Harrison Rowe twitched his lips and explained, "Director Forrester just has a rather serious stomach condition, making spicy food unsuitable for him; it’s not as severe as stomach cancer."
"Can’t eat spicy food?" Sienna Thornton recalled last night’s lamb hotpot loaded with red chili oil and muttered softly, "Why didn’t he say that earlier..."
Realizing she was the instigator of Simon Forrester’s sudden illness, Sienna felt a surge of guilt. All the old and new grudges he held for not wanting to hire new caregivers or not letting Maeve co to take care of himself vanished in an instant. Sienna even thought she should compensate Simon Forrester, not let him suffer for nothing.
With these thoughts in mind, she went out to buy other ingredients, intending to make potato porridge for Simon Forrester.
Traditional Chinese dicine believes that potatoes have a soothing effect on the stomach and can help strengthen the spleen and replenish qi, aiding in nurturing the stomach and alleviating stomach pain to so extent.
When Sienna Thornton placed the yellowish potato porridge on the table, Simon Forrester, who hadn’t eaten anything all day, frowned uncomfortably and asked, "What did you make here? Yellow mush?"
"Potato porridge," Sienna Thornton also served herself a bowl and sat opposite him. "It’s great for people with stomach issues; you should eat more."
"..." Looking at the unsightly, yellowish porridge, Simon Forrester felt a wave of discomfort in his stomach.
He distastefully pushed the bowl aside, pulled out his phone, and said coldly, "I’m ordering takeout."
Hearing he was going to eat unhealthy takeout again, Sienna Thornton firmly scooped a spoonful of potato porridge and held it to his lips, "Sll it, it actually slls pretty good. Won’t you at least give it a try?"
Simon Forrester turned his head to push it away, but accidentally sared so porridge on his lips. He then reached for a napkin to wipe, but Sienna Thornton, quick-eyed and swift, had already snatched the tissue box.
They stared at each other wide-eyed, and Sienna coaxed soothingly, "Since it’s already up to your lips, why not take a bite? If it’s not good, you can always spit it out!"
Simon Forrester had a look of disdain as if spitting it out would still dirty his mouth, and turned to go to the living room for napkins.
Sienna Thornton glanced at the tissue box on the sofa and rushed over from the other side. Before Simon Forrester could reach the napkins, she scooped it up and cradled the tissue box in her arms.
Simon Forrester, furious, strode forward and cornered Sienna Thornton until she was backed up against the sofa, her calves pressed against it. Any closer from Simon Forrester and she’d topple onto the sofa.
"Give the napkins!" His words seed squeezed from between his teeth.
Perhaps his body was still unwell, Simon Forrester had dropped his usual noble composure, his expressions were quite entertaining.
Both angry and helpless in the face of Sienna Thornton, with a kind of frustration.
Sienna pointed a finger at his shoulder, forcing him to stand up straight, buying herself so breathing room.
She stood firm, habitually flicked her dark hair beside her ear, and good-humoredly retorted, "Are you going to keep eating takeout and continue running a fever tonight, needing for physical cooling again?"
Simon Forrester: "..."
This tactic indeed worked. As soon as Simon Forrester thought back to last night’s events, his hand instinctively reached for his upper abdon.
Sienna Thornton pressed further, "My porridge may not look good and might not taste great, but at least it’s clean and nutritious, right? If you keep eating takeout and end up with food poisoning, you’d have to go to the hospital. Given your worth, staying in the hospital for a few days would cost you a fortune, wouldn’t it?"
Simon Forrester actually understood these reasons. But first, he was holding onto a glimr of hope, and second, he genuinely didn’t want to eat anything made by Sienna Thornton. Or rather, when he’s rational, he doesn’t want to be taken care of by Sienna Thornton.
He’s always taken care of himself, but now, just a fever or a stomach ache makes Sienna Thornton treat him like a child, which seems a bit weak, undermining his aloof persona.
Aware of his slightly twisted thoughts, Simon Forrester uncomfortably turned his face away, forcing himself to ignore Sienna Thornton’s occasionally flashing beautiful and delicate face.
The indignation on his face gradually faded, and he quickly reverted to his usual indifferent manner. But as he turned away, Sienna could see his ears flushed red, nearly transparent...
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