CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 86: ARE YOU PART DOG?

"Well..." Harrison Rowe was in a dilemma, "how about I squeeze in with the other designers and give my room to Lawyer Thornton?"

Simon Forrester glanced at his watch, "Everyone’s resting, let’s not disturb them. I’ll handle the room situation myself."

"Okay, sure." Harrison Rowe quickly sent their luggage upstairs.

Sienna Thornton stood at the staircase, looked at the rather spacious villa stairs, and asked, "Which floor is your room on?"

"It should be on the third floor. Do you need a piggyback ride?"

"The third floor is manageable."

She leaned on her crutch, slowly ascending the steps.

Simon Forrester walked just one step behind her, in case she accidentally leaned back, there’d be someone to catch her.

Seeing Harrison Rowe heading to the second floor after putting down the luggage, Sienna Thornton stopped and lowered her voice, "Harrison just said he’d give me his room. I don’t think it’s right; he’s been staying there for half the day already..."

"I figured as much."

Sienna Thornton laughed, shaking Simon Forrester’s arm, "You really do understand me."

The man whose arm was being shaken slightly furrowed his brows, "Watch your step."

"Alright, alright!"

Sienna Thornton, in high spirits, was stunned when she saw the room that had only one large two-meter bed aside from a 3+2+1 combination sofa set.

She muttered, "I thought they’d give you a suite, at least with a living room and a bedroom."

Simon Forrester also hadn’t expected the developers, who always prepared a suite for him, to only provide a large bed room slightly bigger than a standard room this time.

Of course, if he were alone, such a room would suffice, as it had all the essentials: work area, guest area, and rest area.

Except today, he had brought Sienna Thornton along.

He walked in, checked the room’s doors and windows, "Let’s make do for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone arrange a single room for you."

Sienna Thornton pursed her lips, not objecting, and asked, "Will you take the sofa or should I?"

Simon Forrester glanced at her leg in a cast, "You’re the patient. The bed’s yours."

"Oh, okay!" Sienna Thornton gladly accepted, hobbling over on her crutch and plopping herself on the soft bed.

Simon Forrester took off his shoes and socks, found disposable slippers under the luggage rack, changed into them, and then started separating the stacked luggage bags on the rack.

He asked Sienna Thornton, "Do you want to shower first?"

"I showered this afternoon. I’ll just wash my face and feet later."

"Alright." Simon Forrester grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom.

While he was showering, Sienna Thornton put on a sporty dress, applied some ointment to the wounds on her face and neck, then lay back on the bed and chatted with Maeve on WeChat.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the hairdryer in the bathroom ceased, and Simon Forrester emerged looking refreshed.

Wearing a clean white T-shirt and gray cotton home pants, with his deep brown hair tousled across his forehead, his daytime severity and elegance seemed to fade away along with his expensive suit, leaving only a sense of softness and approachability.

He took two white tube-shaped bottles from the luggage bag, went to the sink for a moment, then returned to lightly pat his face with his long, fair hands, and proceeded to the desk where he picked up a blue folder and sat on the sofa reading it.

A man is really captivating when he focuses on work, Sienna Thornton thought.

She leaned back on the bed, sometimes sending messages on WeChat, sometimes glancing at Simon Forrester, her legs crossed in a lazy, leisurely manner.

With a breeze from the sea entering the room, it carried a peculiar citrus scent, faint yet distinct.

Sienna Thornton inexplicably liked this scent. After failing to identify it from afar, she simply jumped off the bed, ran over to the sofa, closed her eyes, and started sniffing around Simon Forrester.

Simon Forrester moved back a foot, and she stepped forward a yard.

Finding it both amusing and perplexing, Simon Forrester lightly tapped her forehead with a curled finger, laughing, "Are you a dog? What are you sniffing around for?"