CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 137: BECAUSE IT’S YOU

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling coyly: "How am I amazing?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her, the depths filled with intense love.

Heat lingered by her ear, making her shrink her neck.

He persisted, the more she withdrew, the more he leaned in, until she couldn’t take it anymore and begged for mercy. Only then did he rest his forehead against hers and chuckled, "Capturing my heart, isn’t that amazing?"

She giggled and pressed him, "Why do you like me?"

"The answer is complicated," he said with a smile, "It would take three days and nights to explain."

She burst out laughing: "Explain the complicated things simply."

"Because it’s you." He said, holding her tightly in his arms.

The two sat in the restaurant, staying close for a while. In the end, the steak and pasta had grown cold, the waiter had cleared the table, and the night had deepened.

Outside, a large and round bright moon lit up, its light reflecting off the sapphire-blue natural lake, creating shimmering waves. As the night breeze blew, those waves, accompanied by the clear sound of water, enveloped the entire venue like a delicate music box.

In the living room of The Rockwell, the main lights were turned off, leaving only a dreamy floor lamp, with romantic music playing. Simon Forrester embraced Sienna Thornton’s waist, and Sienna buried her face in his neck, dancing a romantic and intimate duet.

Sometimes they whispered softly, sometimes they gazed at each other with deep affection...

They had both drunk some red wine. Simon Forrester held his liquor well, so he was doing alright, while Sienna Thornton felt a bit dizzy.

It was already early morning, and the night grew deeper, the sky a dense inky black.

Simon Forrester gently touched Sienna Thornton’s hair and softly asked, "Fallen asleep?"

"Not yet..."

He chuckled, holding her tighter: "Why don’t we sleep here tonight?"

"Alright," she mumbled, "But you can’t disturb me."

He laughed, lifting her in his arms. She was startled and let out a "uh" sound.

He carried her upstairs and tossed her onto the big bed.

She was startled, rolled to the side, wanting to get up: "I need to brush my teeth..."

He didn’t stop her, letting her go, knowing full well she was like a duck in the pot.

After Sienna Thornton finished washing up, Simon Forrester had already changed into pajamas and was lying down. Seeing her standing at the door, he lifted the covers, revealing his broad chest: "Come here."

Her face flushed red, she tugged at her dress: "Maybe I should go back and change into pajamas?"

"Would you still come back after changing pajamas?"

The answer was obvious.

As if seeing through her routine long ago, he pointed his chin toward the sofa: "Wear my T-shirt to sleep."

"Okay." She took his white T-shirt and darted off like a rabbit.

With the clothes in hand, she even went to take a shower. Finished, she looked at the white T-shirt on the clothes rack and felt a warm feeling inside.

The man’s T-shirt was wide and long, fitting her just right.

"Are you done?" Simon Forrester called from outside.

She responded, letting down her shower-tied hair, grabbed it messily, and rushed out.

Inside, only a bedside lamp was lit, dimly casting light. Simon Forrester rested his hands behind his head, lost in thought. Seeing her come out, he lifted the quilt again.

Without saying anything, she instinctively snuggled into his arms, nuzzling into his neck, her hand wrapping around his neck. "I have to get up at six for my shift; let’s sleep, okay?"

"Okay, I’ll still accompany you in the morning." He reached over to turn off the light.

In the dark, he kissed her forehead, adjusted to a comfortable position, and kept her in his arms.

Closing her eyes to seek sleepiness, she suddenly sighed: "Time flies, we’ve been together three weeks already."

"Only three weeks?" he chuckled, "It feels like our third anniversary."

She lazily murmured, "Hmm."

He held her tighter: "It feels like I’ve known you for a long time..."

"How long..."

The voice gradually faded, as Sienna Thornton fell asleep.

She had a dream, seeing herself living in a big and beautiful house many years later. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and a man inside called out to her: "Candy, bring me a towel..."

She handed the child in her arms to the nanny, turned to get a clean towel for the bathroom, where steam fogged up the shower glass. The man turned to receive the towel from her...

This time she saw his face clearly.

It was Simon Forrester.

...

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar bed, Sienna Thornton didn’t sleep well all night and got up before dawn. Upon waking, she found herself curled up like a baby in Simon Forrester’s arms, her face blushing involuntarily again.

Simon Forrester was still asleep. She lay there looking at him for a while, then quietly got out of bed.

In summer, the sky brightens early. Leaving The Rockwell, it was only 5:30, but the sky was already a clear white-blue color.

The countryside had fresh air. Sienna Thornton took a walk around the venue, checking on the greenery, planning to have the landscaping staff trim the lawn once they arrived.

Passing through the main hall on her way back, she saw receptionist Paige Pemberton dozing off with her head resting on her hand.

Sienna Thornton made no sound, went to her room to tie her hair up, and changed into formal clothes. By the time she came out, Paige was fully awake.

Noting the time as six o’clock, Sienna Thornton let Paige head home first.

After eight, a tall figure appeared at the main hall entrance. Backlit, Sienna Thornton still recognized him instantly.

"Why did you come on your own?" Simon Forrester entered, waltzing to the front desk effortlessly.

Sienna Thornton bowed her head to continue working and answered, "I saw you were tired, thought you should sleep more."

"I’m not tired at all," said Simon Forrester, seating himself on the lounge chair behind her, "I hardly used any strength last night..."

At that moment, staff were coming and going in the lobby. Hearing his words, Sienna Thornton turned to glare at him, about to remind him to watch his words, when the housekeeper lady ran down the stairs screaming.

"Mr. Thornton! Something’s wrong!" The housekeeper lady looked pale, like she’d seen a ghost.

Sienna Thornton quickly walked out from behind the front desk: "What happened?"

"Room 308!" The lady clutched her chest, "The guest in 308..."

"What happened to the guest in 308?"

The lady trembled, "The guest in 308 is burning charcoal in the room!" After speaking, she covered her face and began to cry.

Sienna Thornton was stunned, holding onto the front desk for support.