CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 152: SIGNING THE CONTRACT (THREE UPDATES)

He shifted his gaze to the bed, clean and tidy, unlike before, when she would always take her pajamas out and place them on the bed before taking a shower.

Tonight, she hadn’t placed anything...

Simon Forrester felt as though each moment was excruciating.

He took out a clean towel from the wardrobe...

A motorcycle stood there.

Outside the window, the crescent moon hung like a hook, within the room, there was a charming ambiance.

Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton in his arms, gently kissed her forehead and eyes, and softly asked, "I’m moving back tomorrow; what should I do when I miss you?"

Sienna snuggled into his embrace a little more, "When you miss me, just give me a call."

"And then?"

"Then you’ll feel like I’m right there with you."

The man indulgently ruffled her hair, letting out a deep, husky chuckle, "Sounds about right."

*

The next day, naturally, they slept in until noon.

After lunch, Sienna began helping Simon pack his things.

She thought men didn’t have as many belongings as women, so packing should be quick, but starting in the afternoon, they barely managed to finish by evening.

She suddenly realized that over these two months, Simon had unknowingly moved quite a lot to her place, his belongings scattered all over, and after half a day of packing, it still felt like some were left behind.

Seeing that it was getting late, she tossed his last book into the bag, "That’s it for now. If I find more later, I’ll give them to you when we meet."

"You’ve packed so thoroughly. Are you planning never to let me stay over again once I leave?"

She laughed awkwardly, "If you stay here again, it means something else has happened with me, so it’s better not to come over."

He instantly had nothing to say, turned around, put on a T-shirt, and watched as he prepared to leave.

Sienna went downstairs with him, carrying their things, making a few trips back and forth before all was moved.

Before he left, the two stood downstairs to say goodbye.

Simon leaned against the car, smiling as he stroked the back of her neck a few times, then looked up at the sky, "It’s getting late; how about dinner together?"

Sienna thought for a moment and said, "I have to go to South Bay early tomorrow. I’d like to rest early tonight; I don’t want to go anywhere too far."

"Then let’s go somewhere close."

"Where?"

Simon glanced at the fifth-floor balcony with several pots of succulents, "Your place."

"Huh?" Sienna laughed, removed his hand, opened the car door for him, "Head back early, drive safely, see you tomorrow!"

He smiled, said nothing more, gave her a deep look, and got into the car.

The black S90 drove out of the neighborhood, becoming a small dot, merging into Brimfield’s evening rush. Sienna then turned and walked into the building.

Climbing to the second floor, she suddenly took a deep breath.

At this moment, it finally felt like life was returning to normal.

Having Simon always with her made her constantly remember she was someone needing his care, a failure in some way.

That feeling wasn’t good.

She would always think of the guesthouse, unable to relax, worried it might explode someday.

She understood that he was concerned about her, that’s why he clung to her every day, yet being mindful of responding appropriately as a proper girlfriend was quite tiring.

Couldn’t understand why people are so enthusiastic about cohabitation...

*

On the day of the business transaction with the buyer of the guesthouse, Simon came to pick up Sienna to go to South Bay. Maeve had already gone a day earlier to pack things and agreed to meet at the signing ceremony.

The car was on the highway, just like usual; Simon spoke little.

Sienna felt slightly complicated, reflecting, "Same people, same car, same place, but the purpose is completely different. Our lives seem to have changed too."

"You sound like we’re going to get a divorce certificate."

"...we don’t even have a marriage certificate, where does the divorce certificate come from?"

Simon glanced at her sideways, smiled, "Who said we don’t have a marriage certificate? If I’m not mistaken, people from your hometown probably still think we’re a married couple, right?"

Sienna pretended to be angry, turned her body to face the outside window, watching the scenery swiftly pass by, "Who still remembers you? Stop flattering yourself."

"Don’t remember? Seems I should find a time to go back with you to refresh my presence." His tone was genuinely serious.

Sienna sensed something wasn’t right and quickly diverted the topic, "Not sure about this buyer’s situation; when I asked Maeve, she said they’re from Brimfield."

"It’s good if it can be sold; who cares where they’re from."

"I’m worried about what’s good for the guesthouse."

"In the contract add supplementary notes, the guesthouse can only be used for hotel-like operations and not for other businesses."

Sienna furrowed her brows, "I thought about it, but haven’t seen the buyer yet, so I wanted to discuss when we meet."

"Should be fine."

Simon analyzed the purpose of the buyer purchasing the guesthouse, and Sienna listened diligently, increasingly realizing his logic made sense, her mood quickly improved.

Upon arriving at the guesthouse, they soon met the buyer.

The person was a young man in his twenties, with trendy hairstyle and outfit, looking like he just graduated from university, driving a modified sports car.

At first glance, Sienna was somewhat surprised, thinking that someone with the financial means to buy the guesthouse should be a middle-aged big boss.

Nevertheless, she still passed her business card upon sitting down.

As soon as the other party received the business card, he politely said, "Ms. Thornton."

Sienna: "..."

Took a moment before she remembered to ask, "May I ask if you have a business card?"

The other party put her card in his pocket, waved his hand, "We don’t use that stuff; I’ll add you on WeChat so we can stay in touch."

Sitting on the side, Simon, who hadn’t spoken, said faintly, "Anything, contact the agent; why add WeChat?"

The young man nodded obediently, "No add, no add."

Then he looked at Sienna, "Ronan Grant, you can call me Grant."

Sienna was courteous, "Mr. Grant, hello, hello."

It was his first time being called Mr. Grant, and he was overjoyed, so when Sienna mentioned that the guesthouse could only be used for hotel business after selling, with no other commercial use, he responded immediately without even thinking.

Sienna immediately reminded the agent to write it in the supplementary terms.

Maeve casually asked, "Mr. Grant, why do you want to take over our guesthouse?"

Ronan Grant’s eyes shifted a few times, glanced at Simon sitting diagonally opposite, and quickly thought of a reason, "Because my girlfriend likes it! She studied architecture too; she’s a fan of his!"

He said, indicating at Simon with his chin.

Maeve and Sienna exchanged glances, and their minds were put at ease.

The agent added the supplementary terms to all three copies of the contract, while Sienna suddenly felt the need to use the restroom, standing up to temporarily leave.

Today’s signing was in the main hall’s meeting room; she went to her room in the main hall.

Everything was as it was, the day of the incident, her jeans and T-shirt after the shower, were still in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

She found a bag to pack them, intending to take them back to Brimfield later with other personal items.

The phone in her pocket vibrated twice, signaling a message.

She took it out to check, and seconds later, the clothes in her hand dropped to the floor.