CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 162: SWEETNESS

Sienna Thornton thought for a moment before understanding what he was talking about. Her face immediately turned red.

She bit her lip and asked, "If I object, then you won’t buy it?"

"Yes."

"Then go ahead and buy it."

After saying this, her face turned even redder.

Simon Forrester’s face also showed slight embarrassment. He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "Let’s go in together then."

"Okay."

*

That night, the stars were sparse against the moonlit sky outside the window, and the distant sea shimmered where sky met ocean.

In the high-end flat on the forty-something floor, only a dim warm yellow floor lamp remained lit by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton; she leaned against his shoulder. The two sat on the floor, their backs against a leather recliner on the viewing platform, with a bottle of red wine at their feet.

Simon Forrester took a small sip of red wine, habitually pinching Sienna Thornton’s shoulder and neck, and gently asked, "Have you decided?"

"Yes."

"That’s good," Simon Forrester lowered his head and kissed her hair, "No more talk of breaking up from now on."

Sienna Thornton didn’t speak for a while; she hugged him tightly, her eyes slightly red.

He lowered his head to kiss her, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice tender and intertwined, "Candy, I want to be with you forever."

"I do too."

The night was beautiful and enchanting...

*

The next day.

When Sienna Thornton woke up, she found herself at the foot of the bed, covered with a soft thin blanket.

Her head ached as if it would explode.

She patted her head and sat up, thinking about what had happened last night, suddenly so embarrassed that she buried her face in the blanket.

The blanket smelled nice, carrying Simon Forrester’s scent.

Simon Forrester’s scent...

Recalling last night, she felt full of sweetness yet slightly overwhelmed, as she would have to start adapting to her new identity today.

"Awake?" The man’s deep, rich voice drifted over.

Startled, she squeaked and slid into the blanket, leaving only her big eyes to blink at the man who came out of the bathroom.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his legs were straight and long, his muscles were strong yet not exaggerated, and at that moment, he was drying his hair while standing at the desk checking his phone.

Sienna Thornton watched, lost in thought, until Simon Forrester turned around and walked over; she then saw the antique clock on the table and exclaimed, "It’s already past eleven."

Simon Forrester sat down on the bed, continuing to dry his hair while looking at her.

She, embarrassed, covered herself with the blanket.

"Candy..."

"Hmm?"

"Look at me."

"Okay." She revealed her eyes to look at him.

She gazed into his slightly curved eyes, which still held lingering thoughts.

She shivered and whispered, "I want to sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Sure, let’s sleep in the guest room together."

"..."

She continued to cover her head and said nothing.

A moment later, she felt the space beside her sink down.

Simon Forrester lay down.

He pulled Sienna Thornton, who had bundled herself into a ball, into his arms and held her like this, savoring the warmth of being together.

*

After Sienna Thornton washed up and changed, she went out to find Simon Forrester in the conference room, having a video meeting with others.

She entered the study and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

He wore a suit and tie, his hair immaculate, his expression slightly stern.

Just like the first time she visited SY to see him—serious, cold, ascetic, distant.

Thinking of him holding her last night, softly murmuring, "Candy, I really like you," she was momentarily lost in thought. How could one person be so different in public versus private?

"Okay, let’s leave this here for now. I’m not going to the office today; contact me by phone if any issues arise." Simon Forrester ended the video call, took off his headset, closed the laptop, and got up to walk over.

Sienna Thornton went to meet him and asked, "You’re not working today?"

"No," he wrapped an arm around her, leaving the study, "I want to spend today with you."