CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: IRRELEVANT

After sharing some jokes of all kinds, Sienna Thornton was about to turn off the video when Maeve suddenly asked, "By the way, why are you staying at Simon Forrester’s place for no good reason?"

"Hmm?" Sienna paused for a moment, "Because of the design project!"

She didn’t want to mention Mrs. Reed coming to her door, afraid Maeve would lose her temper and cause trouble for Mrs. Reed, and she’d have to defend Maeve in court, which would be a hassle.

Upon hearing it was just for the design project, Maeve said no more, simply reminding her to be careful, and ended the call.

Waking up, the blazing orange outside swept across the earth. Sienna sleepily watched the sunset, feeling a déjà vu like dusk was morning.

She drowsily put on a thin pink cotton robe and opened the door. The living room was dim, with light seeping from the other side, coming from the dining room and kitchen.

Following the light, she saw a tall figure busy at the stove and greeted him with a nasal voice, "Director Forrester."

The man’s body paused, and the oil in the pan sizzled and popped.

She walked up, leaned against the doorway, and lazily said, "You should take a break. I’ll make breakfast."

The man skillfully plated the fried eel and brought it out. As he passed by her, he gave her a faint glance, his voice gentle, "It’s already evening. Wash your face and eat."

"Okay..." Sienna obediently turned around, awkwardly finding her way to the guest bathroom. After splashing cold water on her face, her muddled mind felt much clearer.

Simon Forrester sat calmly at the left side of the long dining table. This kind of table had a main seat, but since Sienna arrived, Simon never sat in the central seat and always sat in the first seat on the left, facing Sienna, who often sat in the first seat on the right.

Sienna had noticed this detail long ago. Last night when Simon came home and put the takeout on the table, she quickly got the cutlery. Simon was the host, so naturally, she set his cutlery at the main seat.

But surprisingly, after Simon changed his clothes, he quietly moved the cutlery to the seat across from her.

They sat equally, eating dinner together.

Just like tonight, the place across Simon had a neatly placed setup with a soup bowl, a porcelain bowl full of white rice, and a perfectly aligned pair of silver chopsticks.

Under the warm yellow lights, Simon wore a goose-yellow American shirt with a white T-shirt underneath, looking calm and composed.

"Come eat," Simon called out.

Sienna snapped back to reality and obediently went to her seat. She glanced at the three dishes and one soup on the table and smiled, "Why didn’t you wake me? I wanted to make porridge for you."

"Oh, I didn’t feel like having porridge."

"..." Sienna thought Simon was really good at killing conversations.

She awkwardly but politely smiled, sipping some soup. The warm, savory fish soup relieved some of her irritation towards Simon.

Simon ate, too.

He sat upright, chewing with closed lips, his jaw moving rhythmically without a sound, even eating with elegance and restraint.

During the meal, neither of them spoke, eating in silence, the dining room so quiet they could only hear the crisp sound of silver chopsticks clinking against the plates.

After they finished eating, Simon said earnestly, "I’m thankful for your help last night."

"No problem at all," Sienna said with a polite smile.

"Perhaps you’re upset that I didn’t find a replacement nurse or let your friend come over to keep you company."

"Not at all, not at all," Sienna said, seemingly genuine, "I’m not upset."

"Regarding this matter, I’ve explained to you. I personally value privacy greatly, so I don’t want irrelevant people coming in and out of my place."

Sienna chuckled coyly, "But strictly speaking, I’m also an irrelevant person."

"..."