CHAPTER 123: CHAPTER 122: DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS

Sienna Thornton crouched in the stall, gagging a few times, and vomited out a pile of black, greasy stuff—it couldn’t have been more disgusting.

At first, the fright sobered her up a bit, but then she remembered she’d eaten some chilled squid at dinner, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When she stood up, a sudden bout of dizziness hit her, and she almost couldn’t stay upright, quickly squatting down again.

At first, she felt alright upon coming out, but then the aftereffects of the baijiu kicked in. Her body was feverish as if she had a high fever, her mind hazy, unable to see anything clearly; the world seemed to spin around her in 360 degrees.

She was never good with alcohol. The pressure of the past few days, her bad mood, and getting mocked by Lawyer Chandler tonight—amidst all of this, she drank two glasses of baijiu, and surely she was doomed to fall.

With the last bit of her consciousness, she called Maeve: "Hey! Where are you? I’m totally drunk, come carry me home!"

Maeve asked for her location, and she opened the chat on WeChat, looked intently, but couldn’t find where to share her location.

She hung up the phone, leaned against the wall, and walked out. Turning the corner, she paused to catch her breath. Her body grew increasingly hot, her heartbeat was chaotic, pounding so hard that the world seemed to vibrate and reverberate.

She felt more and more dizzy, and it was as if her body had been drained of energy. With her last ounce of willpower, she trudged straight ahead, thinking it was the right choice. But after a few steps, her slender high heel twisted, and she immediately fell to the side.

"Ah!" She let out an instinctive scream, and at that moment, only one thought crossed her mind—

Please don’t break your leg again!

However, instead of crashing onto the cold ground, she fell against a nearby wall, her hands bracing against it, and gradually slid down.

He gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, pressed his hands onto her arms, and lifted her back up.

Sienna Thornton nodded dizzily, her fingertip tapped his chest, shaking her head and giggling: "Mr. Forrester?"

She could still recognize who he was, so perhaps she wasn’t completely drunk.

"Had too much to drink?" he asked.

Suddenly, she sobered up a bit, struggled to turn her body, and started to walk away.

She was much clearer now.

Simon Forrester picked up the bag she had discarded and chased after her, walking by her side, "I’ll take you home."

She ignored him, charging forward like a bull. But after a few steps, her body began to sway again.

Simon Forrester pulled her tightly into his arms; she continued to struggle, raised her face to glare at him, and cursed: "Where did this stinkin’ thug come from? Get your dirty paws off your daddy!"

From time to time, passersby walked down the hallway, witnessing their tussle and casting ambiguous glances.

Simon Forrester felt exasperated, took a deep breath, pressed down on her small shoulders, pulling her into his embrace once more.

She continued to stare at him, her face flushed, eyes moist, nose and lips swollen and wet from vomiting.

Simon Forrester had to forcibly ignore the seductive expression she wore.

After walking for a while, she began losing control of her body, drooping weakly onto him.

The skin on her cheek was smooth and scorching, pressing against his neck, her breath sweet yet burning, drilling straight up his nostrils to his brain. His body stiffened momentarily, hands moving to her waist, holding her tightly.

Seeking support, she mimicked him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head still buried in his neck.

After a few steps, he felt some wetness on his neck, glanced down, and saw her silently crying.

His mind tightened as he intended to ask why she was crying, and Maeve’s voice came from the front: "Sienna?"

He lifted his head and nodded towards Maeve.

Maeve hurried over, pulling the girl off him, apologizing, "Mr. Forrester, so sorry!"

"Did you drive?" he asked.

Maeve replied, "I’ll drive Sienna’s car to take her home."

He glanced at the girl who was both crying and laughing, sighed helplessly, and said, "She’s like this already; can you really take care of her while driving? Better get in my car."

Thus, Maeve supported Sienna Thornton, and the three headed to the parking lot to quickly locate Simon Forrester’s dark space gray Urus.

Once inside the car, Maeve had Sienna Thornton lie in the back seat, resting her head on Maeve’s legs.

The car struggled to drive out of the bustling food street.

Maeve curiously asked, "Why did Mr. Forrester bring such a big car to the old district? It’s quite inconvenient."

"I came from elsewhere," Simon Forrester replied blandly.

In fact, he had planned to pick up Sienna Thornton tonight and take her directly to the guesthouse, so he switched to a large SUV, thinking it would be convenient for the highway and mountain roads.

But who knew this would happen?

Sienna Thornton’s small apartment was near the law firm, and after exiting the food street, they quickly arrived.

The car stopped beneath the apartment building, and Maeve first got out. Then, together with Simon Forrester, they lifted Sienna Thornton out of the back seat.

Sienna Thornton’s entire body was limp, unable to stand; she collapsed into Simon Forrester’s arms.

Maeve looked displeased, stepped forward, trying to pry Sienna Thornton off Simon Forrester, but she clung stubbornly to him, gripping his collar, wailing miserably.

Simon Forrester raised his hand to gently pat her back, softly comforting, "It’s alright, no need to cry. Whatever grievance you have, I’ll get back at them for you, alright?"

Still, Sienna kept crying, her snot and tears smearing all over Simon Forrester.

She sobbed, "I hate the department head and deputy head... One always steals my credit... The other looks down on me... even takes advantage of me! Waah... I’m so tired... But I can’t help it... Waah..."

Maeve felt uncomfortable, turned her head away, gazed up at the deepest black of the sky, and sighed heavily.

Seeing her miserable face, Simon Forrester felt heartache, a breath trapped in his chest, suffocating him. Moments later, he quietly asked, "Who takes advantage of you?"

"Deputy... Deputy Head... It’s... that... really ugly one... Chandler!"

Simon Forrester silently remembered this name.

He kept holding her, patting her, until the sobbing young woman suddenly snapped back, pushed him away fiercely, and shouted, "Why are you here? You scum! Get lost!"

Simon Forrester: "..."

Maeve noticed the mood wasn’t right, stepped in to grab Sienna Thornton, who was nearly falling backward, and spoke softly, "Alright, alright, stop making a fuss, let’s get inside!"

With that, she signaled to Simon Forrester with a glance: "You should go back; I can take care of her."

Simon Forrester didn’t leave immediately, instead stepped forward to take Sienna Thornton from her, picking her up in his arms. He carried her all the way to the fifth floor, freed one hand, pushed up the keypad panel on the door, and with Sienna Thornton’s finger, touched downward, opening the door.

Maeve caught up, calling out in a medium tone, "Mr. Forrester!"

He turned around, his gaze cold as ice, and after a few seconds, without turning back, carried her inside.