CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 133: HICKEY (8 UPDATES)

The bathroom was filled with steamy mist, marking the most relaxing moment for the body and mind.

Yet, Sienna Thornton was weighed down with worries, sighing nonstop.

During the month she stayed at Simon Forrester’s house, she didn’t even need to close the door at night when sleeping. Now, taking a shower, she was afraid he might burst in and do something mischievous.

She thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out why Simon Forrester liked her. He clearly found her quite annoying at first.

Fearing it was a trap, she decided she’d have to interrogate him if given a chance.

After taking a shower, she found Simon had moved his laptop to the dining table and was on a call.

As Sienna walked by, she glanced at the screen, which displayed something like building blueprints, and he was speaking in architectural jargon like "variable load" and "basic snow pressure."

What a busy man, ignoring the soft warmth in front of him while he was all into his work.

Though she silently mocked him, Hilary felt that a man who valued his career and money meant he wouldn’t have much time or inclination for fooling around, which seemed alright.

While she was lost in these thoughts, she finished blow-drying her hair and snuggled into bed. She read for a while until a sense of drowsiness overwhelmed her eyelids, and she was sleepy.

So, she decided to sleep.

Perhaps because there was someone else in the house, she didn’t sleep deeply, hovering in a light slumber. In her haze, the bed behind her sank slightly.

Simon Forrester had come over.

He moved up close and hugged her, his hand brushing her face as he asked, "Asleep?"

She lazily hummed with her eyes closed, "If I weren’t asleep, what would you be doing?"

The man behind her chuckled softly, his large hand enveloping her slender arm, pulling her warmth into his embrace. "Just want to chat for a bit."

"Alright, then talk."

He organized his thoughts for a while and then seriously said, "Tomorrow morning, you need to register my fingerprint for the main door."

She said nothing.

He continued, "To prevent you from turning your back on me, not answering the phone or opening the door."

She snorted, "As if you couldn’t find me if I ran away." Though she said that, she didn’t refuse him.

As they exchanged a few words, her drowsiness faded significantly. Furrowing her brows, she pondered and then asked, "Are you busy lately?"

"Just the usual, more or less."

"But you seem busy, working on the computer all day today."

He laughed nonchalantly, "That’s how it is in this line of work. When I’m not working overtime, others are. Sometimes, you have to solve urgent problems immediately. Of course, if you don’t like it when I work after coming home, I can adjust that."

She was silent, which made him think she was unhappy, so he leaned closer and promised, "I won’t let work affect our life."

She nudged him slightly and softly said, "No, I meant that if you’re really busy with work, we can meet every few days instead of constantly being together."

Hearing this, he became alert and turned her body to face him.

The dim light of the bedside lamp shone upon her face. Her eyelids drooped, her lashes long and curled, her small face sharp and her skin so smooth it seemed to glow, just like a flower after the rain.

After a moment of silence, he agreed, "Alright, I’ll do as you say, but you can’t ignore calls or texts anymore."

"I know my limits."

After holding her for a bit longer, he said he needed to take a shower and left.

She knew everything but chose not to unveil it while silently appreciating his respect.

The next day, Sienna woke up at eight, her alarm quite loud, waking Simon from his light sleep as well.

While changing clothes, she suddenly noticed red marks on her shoulder and neck, and she froze in shock. Her fair skin made the marks more pronounced.

She reluctantly switched the sleeveless shirt she held for a short-sleeve one instead, but the pesky marks on her neck persisted despite layers of concealer. As work time approached, she rushed out furiously, yelling at a certain someone, "You perv! Why did you mark my neck like this?"

The aforementioned was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, nonchalantly spitting out foam and brazenly saying, "Then let me give you one too."

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"How to remove a love bite?"

Sienna typed this in the search bar on Zhihu and hadn’t yet found any helpful answers when Rochelle Linwood walked in, noticing her wearing a scarf even in hot weather, and laughed, "Try applying toothpaste, then wipe off with a warm towel after a few minutes; it usually fades after 24 hours."

"Really?" Sienna perked up, "Then could you buy me a tube of toothpaste, just a small one?" Realizing the oddity afterward, she flushed bright red.

Rochelle chuckled, placing the files she held onto the desk, "Sure, I’ll be back soon. Check out this case in the meantime."

Sienna had only read a few pages of the case description when Rochelle returned, handing her a small tube of imported toothpaste. She quickly grabbed a disposable towel and headed to the restroom.

Standing at the washbasin, she removed the scarf, applied a bit of toothpaste, felt it wasn’t enough, and added a thicker layer.

Worried someone might come in and see, she hid in a stall, emerging ten minutes later to wipe it off with a warm, damp towel.

Seeing no change in the red mark, she became anxious, leaning her abdomen against the counter while closely examining the reddish mark beneath her pale skin.

Suddenly, the door of a stall behind her opened.

Sienna started, instinctively grabbing the nearby scarf to put it on. In her haste, the scarf got wet from water splashed on the sink. Annoyed, she reached for tissues to soak up the moisture.

The newcomer stood beside her, kindly suggesting, "Why not use the hand dryer? The scarf’s thin and will dry quickly."

She looked up at the large mirror, meeting the other person’s gaze in its reflection.