CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 165: ESPECIALLY HANDSOME (1ST UPDATE)

"Candy?"

Simon Forrester arrived home in the evening, changing his shoes at the entrance.

"Hey, I’m in the kitchen!" Sienna Thornton’s voice drifted from the dining area.

Simon slipped on his slippers and walked over, finding two vegetarian dishes already set on the dining table. Sienna, donned in an apron, stood by the stove with a ladle, busy cooking something.

He slid open the kitchen door and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, glancing at the pot. The soy sauce was bubbling, and the pork belly and eggs were stewing with an enticing aroma.

"I was planning to just grab a bite downstairs tonight," he said.

"Eating out isn’t clean," Sienna bent down to open the sterilizer and took out a plate. "Besides, I have nothing to do at home, so I might as well cook a bit."

"Go take a shower quickly; I just have one fish and a soup left to finish," she urged Simon.

"Okay." Simon kissed her on the cheek.

As he left the dining area, he suddenly noticed something different at home.

Before, every time he came home and opened the door, the house felt cold and lifeless.

But today, upon opening the door, he was first greeted by the savory aroma of food. A few snack packets and a Kindle were casually tossed on the coffee table, and a pair of girl’s shoes lay in front of the shoe cabinet.

These were just small, inconspicuous items, but somehow, they brought a lively warmth to the house.

It felt rather nice.

Simon smiled as he entered the closet; he intended to grab clothes for a shower, but he found the once messy closet from the morning now neatly organized.

He lifted his foot to check the bottom of his slippers—spotless.

Looks like Sienna had been busy around the house today.

*

When Simon finished his shower and came out, Sienna turned to head back into the kitchen.

He glanced over: two vegetarian dishes, one meat, one fish, and a bowl of bitter melon clam soup.

The nutrition was well-balanced.

He entered the kitchen, where Sienna was serving rice, and quickly helped her bring out the dishes, then grabbed two sets of utensils.

"You start eating, I’ll go wash my face," Sienna called out before heading to the bathroom.

Simon took a sip of the soup—the light and flavorful clam soup instantly dispelled the day’s heat from his body, opening up his appetite.

"How is it?" Sienna asked, untying her apron as she walked over.

"You’re quite the cook."

Sienna laughed, "No problem with home-cooked meals."

Simon nodded, not saying much more, quietly eating from the dishes on the table, occasionally sharing a good bite with Sienna and briefly complimenting, "Not bad!"

He was typically a quiet eater, so to occasionally praise her was quite rare.

Sienna was happy to respect his habits, internally guessing that the Forrester family’s teachings must be quite strict, explaining Simon’s discipline.

She suddenly recalled a saying—what’s most daunting in this world is seeing someone wealthier than you being more hardworking and disciplined.

That seemed to describe Simon.

She initially couldn’t understand why someone like him would remain single until meeting her, but later she realized that someone like him probably loved work and learning more than romance.

And she had forcefully entered his life in an unexpected way, occupying his limited free time back then.

He noticed her because of that, even getting used to her, and eventually, developing feelings.

Sienna felt that was it; she didn’t think she was particularly special or beautiful enough to attract a man like Simon—for all she knew, it was merely a twist of fate bringing them together.

"Did you do a big clean today?" Simon suddenly asked.

Sienna snapped out of her thoughts, looking at him, "Yeah, I was bored, so I cleaned up a bit."

Simon had already finished eating.

He said, "If you think the house is dirty, just call the management office and have them arrange someone to clean. When you’re bored, just read a book or listen to music."

Sienna smiled softly, "Okay, I know."

She had nearly finished eating too and got up to clear the table, but Simon stopped her hand, "You cooked, I’ll clean up. Gender equality."

"Huh? Okay."

Leaving the chores to Simon, Sienna went to wash up.

She had spent half the day doing chores and cooking, feeling grimy all over. Although she had washed her hair last night, she felt she had to do it again tonight.

When she came out wearing pajamas and with a towel wrapped around her hair, Simon was lounging, feet up, on the guest bed reading a book.

She walked in, sat down at the table, and started applying lotion in front of the mirror.

Her pretty eyes flickered to Simon several times as she asked, "Since I moved out, has anyone else stayed in this room?"

"Yes," Simon turned a page in his book.

"Who?"

"Me."

"Don’t you have a room? Why sleep here?"

"Sometimes I want a change of bed."

Sienna didn’t believe him, noticing his red ears in the mirror; she guessed he slept in the guest room because he was thinking of her.

She didn’t expose him, figuring she would let him keep his small secret.

Having finished applying lotion, she took off her dry hair towel to blow dry her hair.

Simon, without a word, took the hairdryer from her hand and sat on the bed to help dry her hair.

"Hey, wait a minute."

"What?" Simon turned off the dryer.

Sienna tilted her head back to look at him, smiling, "You want to dry my hair? Then let me go grab the Kindle to read; it’ll take quite a while to dry my hair."

"You have a mirror here; you can look at me. Why read the Kindle?"

"I read the Kindle to gain knowledge. What could I learn from looking at you?"

"The energy of love."

Sienna chuckled, looking at his handsome reflection in the mirror, "Do you think you’re particularly handsome when you say stuff like that?"

Simon was carefully drying her hair, but he paused to glance up at her in the mirror, his lips curved mischievously, "It doesn’t matter if I think I’m handsome. What’s important is whether you think your man is handsome."

Sienna’s face blushed under his gaze as she softly replied, "Of course, very handsome."

"Then that’s settled."

Sienna supported her chin, watching him, "Do you look more like your dad or your mom?"

He answered without a second thought, "Everyone says I’m a spitting image of my dad. Maybe the Forrester genes are strong when it comes to looks."

Sienna burst out laughing, "So in your family, boys take after their dad and girls after their mom?"

"We don’t have girls in our family, just me, so you won’t have any sister-in-law conflicts in the future."

"Huh?" Sienna suddenly realized what he meant and fell silent, her face flushed, looking at the bottles and jars on the table.

Simon, focused on drying her hair strand by strand, caught her reflection in the mirror. Though his face momentarily darkened, he soon lightened up with a curve of his lips and changed the topic, "What about you? I think you don’t really resemble your mom either."