CHAPTER 24: TONIGHT I WANT TO WASH MY HAIR

"Hmm?" Sienna Thornton choked on a piece of beef stuck in her throat. It took her a while to swallow it with difficulty. "Auntie, if you leave, what will I do?"

"I took a leave from Mr. Forrester this morning. He said he would handle it."

"Him, him, him! How is he going to handle it? By hiring someone new?"

Sienna was absolutely unwilling for Auntie King to leave, but since Simon Forrester, who was paying, agreed, and Auntie King wanted to leave, she had no choice but to let her go.

Auntie King left in the afternoon, and Sienna waited until after six in the evening, still not seeing a new caregiver.

She was not only hungry and dizzy but also anxious, worrying that a new, less capable caregiver might require more time to adjust to.

But soon, she found her worries were completely unnecessary because—

Simon Forrester had no intention of hiring a new caregiver for her at all!

No new caregiver!

Sienna sat on the sofa, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She wanted to storm into the study and give him a piece of her mind, but under someone else’s roof, she had to suck it up.

She calmed the anger inside her, dragged her plastered leg, and moved to the study door with difficulty, gently knocking on the door.

Simon Forrester came to the door.

He had showered, and his hair naturally fell loosely across his forehead. He was wearing a white T-shirt, as if all the cold sharpness on him had been shed with his expensive, elegant suit.

At that moment, he seemed like a sophisticated young man walking on a campus. Only his gaze and demeanor remained consistently aloof.

Sienna snapped out of it, lightly cleared her throat, and withdrew her gaze from Simon.

She softened her voice and said gently, "If you think hiring someone new is too much trouble, maybe I can have my friend come over to help?"

"Do you think your friend coming in and out of my house isn’t trouble?"

"Hmm?" Sienna was slightly taken aback, taking a few seconds to grasp the meaning behind Simon’s words.

Looking down on her friend was equivalent to looking down on her!

Sienna was just about to retort when Simon casually glanced at her standing at the door, "Auntie King will be back soon."

The implication was that she had to make do for a few days.

Sienna, holding back her temper, gritted her molars and countered, "Then what about these days? Are you going to take care of me in Auntie King’s place?"

"I can."

"... So your idea of taking care of me is letting me eat takeout?"

Simon pointed to the blueprints on the desk, "I know the caregiver isn’t here tonight, so I brought my work home to handle it. If you need any help, just let me know."

He rarely spoke so much at once, and his attitude was fairly decent. Others might have compromised, but Sienna...

She steeled herself, boldly meeting Simon’s deep eyes under his high, prominent brows, and said pointedly, "I, want, to, wash, my, hair, tonight!"

"Anything else?"

"After washing my hair, of course, it’s taking a bath!"

Sienna had made up her mind. For the sake of her comfort in the coming days, she didn’t mind bluffing Simon a bit.

She thought mentioning these two tasks would annoy Simon into quickly finding a new caregiver for her or agreeing to have Maeve come over. He’s so meticulous and busy, how could he spare his precious time to serve an almost stranger?

Unexpectedly, Simon just curved his lips, turned towards the walk-in closet, and when he came out, he had a black jacket draped over his wrist.

"Let’s go."

He walked a few steps forward, seeing that Sienna hadn’t moved, he turned back to look at her, "Why aren’t you moving? Do you need me to help you?"

"Where to?"

"Didn’t you want to wash your hair?"

"..."

And so, Sienna was taken by Simon to a high-end hair salon downstairs.

As soon as they stepped in, a fashionably dressed girl approached enthusiastically, "Mr. Forrester, you’re here. Are you getting a wash or a styling?"

"A wash."

"With number eight again?"

"Not number eight today."

Sienna could tell that Simon was a regular here, and the "number eight" the hostess mentioned must be another regular shampoo assistant for him.

Simon had already washed his hair at home, so bringing her here certainly meant he was having someone wash her hair.

Sienna silently remarked: He’s quick-witted!

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the noticeably male-prevalent environment, worried Simon might randomly assign a guy to wash her hair, she quickly interjected, "No, I want number eight!"