CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: WARMED

"What’s different?" Sienna Thornton flipped through the case file, making notes on it.

"It’s warmer."

Sienna made an "oh" sound, marked a cross on the paper, and casually said, "Today’s temperature is indeed a bit higher than yesterday’s."

Rochelle Linwood laughed, knowing that Sienna didn’t want to continue this topic, so she wisely remained silent.

By the time they wrapped up work, it was already six in the morning.

Sienna saw Rochelle off and went to the living room window to stretch her muscles.

In the deep autumn of the north, the sunrise is around 6:30 to 7:00. At this time, the sun was still hiding behind the clouds; although there was no morning glow, it illuminated the surrounding clouds brightly, as if in the next moment, the light blue sky would spread across the horizon.

Sienna took a deep breath, stretched her limbs a few times, felt a bit tired, and simply lay down on the nearby recliner, quietly waiting for the sunrise.

She was in a daze for a while and heard a "swooshing" sound of slippers rubbing against the floor behind her, so she softly and coyly said, "Auntie, I want some sweet porridge for breakfast."

"What is sweet porridge?" asked the person who came, in a deep voice.

Sienna was stunned for a few seconds and turned back, "Up so early? Didn’t you sleep until after two last night?"

Simon Forrester sat down at the edge of the space left by her feet, looking tired, "You woke me up."

"Sorry, sorry, quickly go back and catch some sleep. I’ll watch the sunrise, take a shower, and then go to sleep."

"I just wanted to watch the sunrise too."

Sienna made an "oh" sound, sat up straight, and made room on the chair for Simon, "Then let’s watch it together, you came just in time."

The two sat together on the recliner waiting for the sunrise.

The apartment had an excellent view, with no buildings blocking the wide sky outside the window, and the endless horizon could be seen in the distance.

Moreover, this viewing deck was cleverly designed not for drying clothes or growing plants, but as a small place to rest, rejuvenate, or even sunbathe.

"I really love this place!" Sienna couldn’t help but exclaim, "Living in such a place, life would feel like it’s on a cheat mode, right?"

"Cheat mode?" Simon pulled a faint smile on his tired face, "If inviting a lawyer over to make a fuss counts as cheat mode, then maybe it is."

Sienna turned her face to look at him, dark circles from a sleepless night under her eyes, yet her eyes sparkled, and a gentle smile deepened the dimples on her cheeks.

She raised her eyebrows and lightly hummed, "With a pretty and capable female lawyer like me living in your house, even if there’s no other benefit, it’s pleasing to the eye, isn’t it? With a better mood, everything goes smoothly, isn’t that cheat mode?"

Her tone was so charmingly cute, enough to overshadow the presumptuousness of her words.

If such words were from another woman, Simon would probably walk away on the spot. But since it was Sienna saying this, he appreciated it and just showed a helpless look, "No benefit, yet you torment me into questioning life."

"Then I’ll leave now!" Sienna pretended to be angry, grabbed a nearby crutch, and pretended to stand up to leave.

She took a step forward; Simon didn’t react. She took another two steps, and he still didn’t react.

Feeling deflated, she was about to turn back when her slightly cold hand was suddenly gripped firmly by him.

The initial grip was strong and tight, but slowly, his hand turned half a circle, holding hers with his palm and four fingers closely, while his thumb gently caressed the back of her hand.

It was just like the intertwining of lovers’ fingers.

She snapped back to her senses, instinctively looked at Simon.

She stood while he sat, so from her angle, she could only see the upper half of his face. Despite the lack of sleep, he still looked handsome.

At this moment, the warm yellow light from above cast perfectly on his face, his high brow bone and thick eyelashes blocked the downward light, making his eye sockets even deeper.

His eyes gazed steadily ahead with a slight smile on his lips, neither fully smiling nor indifferent.