CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 110: STRANGE HEARTBEATS

Today marks the beginning of summer, it’s both stifling and hot.

Sienna Thornton was already busy to the point of feeling parched. As she suddenly caught sight of that lush, juicy peach walking by, she instinctively swallowed, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The peach’s complexion looked quite good too, a faint smile curled at his lips as he slowly walked towards her.

Her gaze swept over him several times and finally settled on his deep amber eyes.

As their eyes met, she watched him approach, his expression transforming from calmness to shock, abruptly changing as he ran towards her, pushing through the crowd to wrap her protectively in his embrace, shielding her with his broad chest.

He spun around with her, seemingly using his back to shield against something.

The screams erupted from the scene as people scattered in panic, their footsteps chaotic.

Sienna Thornton was stunned, her nostrils filled with the scent of him—familiar, intoxicating, and full of emotion.

He encircled her body, swiftly leading her to the side, so fast that her slender high heels made it hard to keep up, nearly twisting her ankle. He simply lifted her up by her waist.

Outside, the screaming continued. Sienna Thornton suddenly returned to her senses, struggling to peek out, seeing at the corner of the garden a chubby girl being restrained by Harrison Rowe and a representative from the construction team. The girl waved a bottle, crying and shouting something.

"Mr. Forrester, quickly, come this way." It was Maeve’s voice.

Sienna Thornton turned to her: "What’s happening?"

Maeve didn’t answer, opening the last room in the corridor. Simon Forrester silently carried Sienna Thornton inside, closed the door, and only then released her.

The instant her toes touched the ground, she sought Simon Forrester’s gaze, staring into those familiar yet distant eyes. His expression was complex.

Harrison Rowe knocked and entered, running to stand behind Simon Forrester as if to check something, but was soon forced to back away, pinching his nose, his voice hesitant: "This... really is sewage..."

Simon Forrester’s face turned dark, his jaw clenched, his voice filled with restrained anger: "Did you call the police?"

"Yes, the police are on their way," Harrison Rowe spun around anxiously, "You should take off your clothes first, I’ll go out and buy new ones for you to change into."

Sienna Thornton began to faintly catch a whiff of the unpleasant scent too, moving around to glance at Simon Forrester’s back, nearly throwing up.

On the light blue shirt, a broad damp patch covered his back, smeared with greasy chunks as if dredged from a garbage bin, giving off a nauseating smell.

She pinched her nose and took a big step back, her reaction matching Harrison Rowe’s.

Simon Forrester, fuming, barked at Harrison Rowe: "Go quickly!"

Harrison Rowe dashed for the door.

Sienna Thornton stood there dumbfounded, pointing at Simon Forrester’s back, asking: "Why did that person want to dump it on you?"

Simon Forrester didn’t look at her, his gaze surveyed the room: "Whose room is this?"

"Mine."

"Mind if I borrow the bathroom for a shower?" Without waiting for her consent, Simon Forrester adeptly found his way to the bathroom.

Soon after, the sound of water splashing emerged. Sienna Thornton looked at the stains on the floor, snapped back to reality, and quickly moved to open the door, intending to call housekeeping for cleanup.

Maeve was about to enter, saying: "Simon Forrester’s fans are causing trouble, you’d better not go out, wait until the place is cleared before doing anything."

"What are they causing trouble about?"

Maeve pushed her into the room, closed the door, and lowered her voice: "A fan suspects you have a fling with Simon Forrester, so they prepared sewage to dump on you."

Sienna Thornton was flabbergasted: "...I’m just sitting at home, and trouble finds me!"

"These days, there are a lot of extremists out there. Didn’t a female celebrity get doused with feces recently? Anyway, be careful when you’re out and about, I’ll go see if the police have arrived." The chaos outside left Maeve no time for more explanation, urging Sienna Thornton to lock the door, then hurriedly left.

Sienna Thornton could only use the wet wipes available to clean the acidic, foul-smelling marks off the floor.

Squatting while wearing ten-centimeter slender high heels was exceedingly uncomfortable, so she simply kicked off her shoes, crouched barefoot, bent over, and cleaned the floor repeatedly, muttering to herself: "What? Sewage! These fans are quite creative! They know the taste of love is both sour and foul!"

Considering that she hadn’t seen Simon Forrester for almost half a year yet ended up with such a situation, the more she cleaned, the angrier she became. Furious, she tossed the wet wipe in her hand and shouted at the floor: "Why dump it on me? I’m just an innocent passerby; you should target his girlfriend!"

"Who is his girlfriend?" A deep, magnetic voice suddenly came from behind.

Sienna Thornton was talking badly about someone, caught completely off guard, falling back onto the floor in fright. She secretly bit her tongue, forcing a smile as she turned around.

Simon Forrester had finished his shower, droplets dripping from his hair, loosely clad in a pink bathrobe.

This visual...

A drag queen?

Sienna Thornton froze for a moment, recalling the bathrobe was hers; she had only bought it recently and worn it once.

She walked to the bathroom, pulled out a white bathrobe from the cabinet, and threw it at Simon Forrester: "There was an unused bathrobe inside, why did you wear mine?"

"So this bathrobe is yours?" Simon Forrester looked down, tying the belt around his waist, smiling, "Are there bathrobes for women this big? I thought it was a men’s one."

Picking up on his usual teasing about her height, Sienna Thornton felt suffocated, stepping forward to pull off the bathrobe in frustration: "Take it off, this bathrobe is expensive!"

Simon Forrester refused to let her pull it off, one hand pressing on the collar, the other guarding the belt.

Amid their struggle, both fell onto the soft, large bed.

With a turn, Simon Forrester pinned Sienna Thornton beneath him.

The room was dim, with a retro Thai-style four-poster bed, surrounded by textured beige curtains, the fragrant cool air caressed their skin, cool and romantic.

Simon Forrester’s nearly six-foot-three frame pressed entirely against her, rendering her immobile.

With her eyes, she warned him, but his gaze drifted from her smooth forehead to her straight nose, finally settling on her slightly upturned lips.

His excessively handsome face enlarged before her, eyes curved with amusement, silently watching her for a while, then slowly lowered his head.

At that moment, she swiftly extended her hand in defense, causing him only to kiss her hand, gently kissing it several times before turning to kiss her fingers.

He kissed her smooth, lovely fingertips, murmured: "Have you missed me?"

Being pressed under his domineering hold, her mind almost blanked out, as if the world held only him.

She murmured a sound, stuck on the tip of her tongue, unable to voice anything.

Frightened, tense, yet tinged with unfamiliar excitement.