CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 92: ON HER MIND

Sienna Thornton instinctively leaned back, only to find there was nowhere to retreat. Simon Forrester’s hand was firmly holding her back, forcing her to push against his chest to push him away.

Her heart was pounding, her face flushed to the neck, as she was about to whisper a warning to Simon Forrester not to get carried away, she caught a glimpse of Nina Sinclair watching them with a dark expression.

She composed herself slightly and sat upright.

Seeming to sense the subtle atmosphere, everyone voluntarily left, leaving the place to someone and someone else who had been whispering and kissing over there all night.

Nina Sinclair and Ada Payne were reluctant to leave, but with one glance from Simon Forrester, Harrison Rowe went over and dismissed them. In less than ten minutes, the once lively garden was only left with Simon Forrester and Sienna Thornton.

In the distance, the sound of waves echoed, and the cool sea breeze lifted the fine strands of hair by Sienna Thornton’s cheeks. Her bare arm touched the smooth dining table, feeling a bit chilly, and she subconsciously crossed her arms.

Simon Forrester still had one arm draped over her chair back, his long legs lazily crossed with his legs leaning towards her, exuding possessiveness.

She said coldly, "What you just did was inappropriate."

"Sorry." Simon Forrester tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

Sienna Thornton felt a stir inside, looking away, initially wanting to admonish him about how his actions constituted sexual harassment, but thinking it sounded tedious, she didn’t mention it. Instead, she said coolly, "Don’t do this again."

Simon Forrester’s lips curved slightly as he turned to look at her, his gaze profound, like a starlit sky, his dark and bright eyes reflecting her image.

"Okay, I’ll listen to you." When he said this, his voice was very light, yet Sienna Thornton, who was somewhat angry, could hear a trace of gentleness.

She momentarily lost her temper, letting out a small sigh. She stood up, intending to return to her room. As soon as her hand touched her elbow, Simon Forrester immediately grabbed it.

He smiled casually, but his gaze was particularly serious, "Do you want to move back to the third floor?"

Sienna Thornton shook her head, "My foot is inconvenient, living on the second floor is quite good."

After saying that, she gently withdrew her hand, took the crutch leaning on his chair back, "It seems windy, quite cold, I’m going up first."

She walked forward, and Simon Forrester quickly caught up, silently following her back to her room.

She didn’t let him in, said "Goodnight," and quickly shut the door, sitting back on the bed in frustration.

"Do you want to move back to the third floor again?"

The sexually suggestive invitation that Simon Forrester had given earlier was not lost on her.

She was a bit upset.

If last night was an accident, then tonight he had deliberately intended to spend the night with her.

What did he take her for? A casual hookup?

Besides, she found it very rude that he licked the cream off her lips tonight. She didn’t mind being intimate in public, but that was only for lovers.

What were they now?

Sienna Thornton didn’t know, had a headache, took a shower, and when she came out, her phone had a message on WeChat from Simon Forrester asking if she was asleep.

She didn’t reply, pretending she was already asleep.

She was angry, but Simon Forrester probably didn’t know that, being a straight man, he generally didn’t have this kind of intuition.

Before going to sleep, she carefully recalled the interactions since she met Simon Forrester and only just realized he was truly a master, subtly stirring her heart, teasing her until tonight when he finally showed his true colors.

That previous abstinent demeanor was probably all an act.

The more she thought about it, the more aggravated she felt, so she got up in the middle of the night and called Maeve, bluntly asking, "If A and B are not in a relationship, but after an accidental kiss, A keeps inviting B to their room the next day, what does that mean?"

Maeve, half-asleep, asked, "That means A is interested in B! But during the accidental kiss, did B show any resistance?"

Sienna Thornton mumbled, "B forgot to resist."

"Well, there you have it, A thinks B didn’t mind, so they invite again the next day for further development," Maeve sighed, "Everyone is busy nowadays, and no one wants to spend time on a relationship, so these quick affairs are quite popular..."

At this point, she suddenly raised her voice, "Is it you?"

Sienna Thornton didn’t hide it, "Yes, Simon Forrester just asked me to move into his room again, but I refused! Who does he think he is? And who does he think I am?"

"..." Maeve fell silent for a while before speaking, "You handled it well."

Sienna Thornton mentioned her trip to Norport with Simon Forrester the day before, but Maeve wasn’t worried about any accidental sparks between them, she just advised her to be safe and to send her location.

After venting to Maeve, Sienna Thornton felt better, deciding to keep her distance from Simon Forrester for the time being, to avoid anything else that might disturb her mood.

Early the next day, not wanting to run into Simon Forrester, she even skipped breakfast, called a car, and went out to have fun on her own.

She had never been to Norport before, so she looked up some travel tips online and went to Norport Old Street as her first stop.

The old street was very quiet, not yet fully commercialized, exuding simplicity everywhere. There were many snacks on the street, and after eating a bowl of beef brisket noodles and gingko nut moon meat, she was quite full. She wandered around, buying a pearl necklace each for Melinda Linton and Jenna Raines.

At noon, Simon Forrester called. She didn’t want to answer at first, but thinking it wouldn’t be nice to make him worry, she picked up, though her tone wasn’t as cheerful as usual.

The Straight Man Forrester finally detected her unusualness and asked, "Where are you?"

"I’m out playing, already had lunch, will come back later myself."

The Straight Man Forrester: "Where are you playing? Send me your location, I’ll come find you."

Sienna Thornton: "Oh, come on, don’t you have work? Just leave me alone, I’m not a child."

The Straight Man Forrester was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then said, "Okay, I won’t come looking for you, but you still have to send the coordinates."

"OK!" Sienna Thornton hung up the phone, immediately sending the coordinates over. After she sent it, she laughed, thinking to herself that she won’t be at the same place all afternoon, what good would those coordinates do The Straight Man Forrester anyway?

The thought of Simon Forrester not being able to find her by following the coordinates made her inexplicably happy, as if she had avenged his rudeness from last night.

The old street was quite long, and since Sienna Thornton was using a crutch, she walked slowly; after wandering for an afternoon, she hadn’t finished the old street yet. Since using her single leg for power is really tiring, she went into a bar when she passed by one.

On stage, a female singer was performing, singing a Cantonese song that Sienna Thornton quite liked.

"Simply to reach the future with him in the carriage, don’t let go even if the car crashes, no matter what injuries encountered on the road, let me decide whether to love or not..."

The female singer sometimes sang softly, sometimes passionately, and Sienna Thornton looked at the hazy stage lights with a misty gaze, tracing the rim of her glass with her slender fingers over and over.

The people next to her were speaking Cantonese, making this scene inexplicably familiar, reminding her of those years in Azure Harbor.

"Leaving me, getting off the car, how can you promise..." After a song, the female singer stepped down to rest.

Sienna Thornton was still immersed in it, as her surroundings suddenly went silent. Her memories felt like broken strings, leaving a slight sense of regret. She downed her margarita, got her crutch, and walked towards the stage.

"Can I sing a song?" she asked the musician on stage.

The musician smiled and nodded, giving a thumbs-up.

She walked onto the stage, greeted the musician, "Janice Vance’s ’Morning’."

The cello and electronic keyboard began simultaneously. It’s a jazz-style, yet very ethereal, niche English song.

Sienna Thornton held the microphone, murmuring softly, "When-I-hear-the-birds-start-singing-I-wanna-see -you..."

Her voice was light and airy, the accompaniment playful, as if on a spring morning, opening a wooden window to see a garden full of flowers and dancing butterflies.

She wore faded blue denim shorts, black Converse shoes, a white T-shirt casually tucked into her waistband, her legs straight and long, with fair skin, a slender waist, and long black hair tied into a ponytail, a few playful bangs scattered at her forehead.

She sang softly with her eyes closed, and her whole presence, along with the unique ambience of the song, was as beautiful as the most pristine and striking lily.

Simon Forrester watched her on stage with deep eyes, his gaze never leaving her.

Someone in the audience whistled and clapped, while a group of men who had come together quietly discussed asking Sienna Thornton out for dinner later.

Simon Forrester shook his head with amusement, asking the bartender for another margarita.