CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 151: DATE (PART 2)

Simon Forrester elegantly wiped the corner of his lips, set down the napkin, then said indifferently, "If you eat too much, the blood rushes to your stomach and makes your brain sluggish."

Sienna Thornton: "...Then why did you order so much for me?"

"It’s fine if you’re a bit sluggish."

Sienna: "..."

With that, Sienna didn’t feel much like eating anymore, nibbled on some salad, and the two of them moved to the bar to sip drinks and chat.

In front of the bar was a whole stretch of floor-to-ceiling glass, looking down from the 66th floor, the breathtaking nightscape of half of Brimfield spread out before them.

In the distance, the traffic was blazing, while nearby, the skyscrapers had pinpoints of light, and countless people were persevering at their posts for their ideals.

Sienna touched the glass in her hand, looking lost at the Brimfield night scene.

Once upon a time, she was one of that overtime army, but she couldn’t remember when she started to have more free time, and now she had become a completely idle person.

This pace of life is really decadent.

With a bitter smile, she lowered her head and took a sip of Bloody Mary.

Her lips, adorned with grapefruit lipstick, were tender and delightful, yet upon touching the crimson liquor, created a contradictory but enchanting beauty.

As the liquor slipped into her mouth, her slender throat moved up and down a few times, the liquid rolled entirely into her body, her face returned to its usual subtle grace.

Simon had been watching her quietly, thinking it was a perfect opportunity, he softly asked, "What’s your ideal?"

Sienna smiled, supporting her chin with one hand and clinking her cocktail with his soda water: "Ideal? Do you mean the big ideal or small ideal?"

"Big one."

"Big one..." Sienna thought for a moment, "Naturally, to join an international organization!"

After she spoke, she softly added, "Don’t laugh at me, though, everyone who majors in international law has the same thought."

Simon looked at her, "I know you can."

"I take your words." Sienna clinked glasses with him again.

Maybe sitting on the heights overlooking the country’s most bustling city, Sienna felt solemn and did not dare to tease Simon anymore.

The atmosphere between them grew more serious and formal.

Simon sipped his soda water, paused a moment, and casually asked, "If you want to get into an international organization, wouldn’t staying in the United States be easier?"

"That’s true." Sienna nodded, sipping her cocktail in small sips.

She didn’t continue, clearly unwilling to talk more.

Simon also stopped asking.

He set down his glass, brought her into his arms, resting his chin affectionately on her fluffy hair, silently sharing the urgency to conquer the territory within their hearts.

After sitting for a while, they went downstairs to the cinema to watch a movie, rented a couple’s seating, and chose a United States movie to watch.

Their couple’s sofa was soft and comfortable, Sienna took off her canvas shoes, sitting cross-legged on it, Simon held her, and they nestled together.

She hugged a big bucket of popcorn, eating it while pairing it with cola, and before the movie was halfway through, the cola was finished.

At this moment, a cup of cola, barely touched, was handed over: "Drink mine."

She naturally took it, took a big gulp, the cola bubbles tingled her palate, cold and refreshing, making her cheerful.

Suddenly recalling something, she poked Simon’s chest: "Do you remember the last time we watched a movie together? Just the day I took off the plaster cast."

"Mm."

"I remembered something, but I don’t know if I should say it."

Simon was seriously watching the movie, the screen’s vibrant glow reflecting in his clear eyes, his eyelashes long, brow and nose prominent, lips curved subtly.

He said plainly, "If you’re not sure whether to say it, don’t say it."

"You’re really good looking," Sienna praised, touching his nose with her small hand.

He smiled slightly: "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"No," Sienna withdrew her hand, then took another sip of cola, "Last time during the movie, did you intentionally put your cola in the middle drink holder?"

"Am I that boring?"

Sienna was suspicious: "I remember when we first sat down, you put your drink on your left and mine on the right, the drink holder between us was empty. Later, your cola found its way to the middle, which is why I accidentally drank yours."

Simon looked a little uncomfortable: "It’s been too long, I forgot."

"Forgot? I’m now suspecting you did it on purpose, deliberately wanting me to drink your saliva."

Simon: "...I’m not that twisted."

"Not that twisted? Then last time on the low cabinet, you..." Before finishing the sentence, Sienna blushed, burrowing into Simon’s arms, not saying another word.

She wanted to bite her tongue off; why bring that up again?

Simon’s expression changed slightly, his jaw tense, teeth clenched.

After a moment, he leaned down to kiss Sienna on the cheek, smiling mischievously: "Tonight let’s stay up a little later...not on the low cabinet this time..."

Sienna: "..."

Suddenly, she felt the cinema was a bit hot, was the air conditioning broken or something.

As soon as the two-hour movie ended, Simon was eager to go home.

Halfway home, passing the place they last had sheep vertebrae, Sienna wanted to get off and pack some to take back as a night snack, but Simon wouldn’t allow it, stepping on the gas and driving off.

They practically ran up to the fifth floor, entering their home.

Sienna leaned against the door, looking at Simon with a flushed face.

It was late into the night, the lights in the old apartment were off, everything was dim and shadowy, only a little mottled shade and moonlight filtered through the balcony sliding door.

The two faced each other, gazes locked, Sienna only felt Simon looked especially different tonight, as if they had returned to Norport, his gaze fixed on her with determination.

She instinctively pursed her lips, uneasily dropped her eyes, staring at her toes. Amidst their mingled breathing, he moved closer, drawing her into his arms, seeking her lips.

She shrank her neck, pushing him away: "What are you doing? Your shoes aren’t off."

He then squatted down, pulling off her Converse shoes, kicking them aside, and he too kicked aside his own cross-strapped shell-toed shoes.

She looked at him, heart full of nerves, feeling like since he’s moving back to his place tomorrow, he’d be especially restless tonight.

She wasn’t ready yet.

He opened his arms to hug her, she ducked down, slipping from under his arm, escaping back to the room.

He chased in, shut the door behind him, and hugged her.

She struggled a bit, saying softly, "Let me take a shower first." As she spoke, she reached for the bedside floor lamp.

The warm, cozy light washed over them, her cheeks flushed with pink, lips bright red, seeing her like this, his heart moved, gently letting her go: "Go ahead."

"Okay." She grabbed her robe, barefoot into the bathroom.