CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: GO HOME AND TAKE A SHOWER

As soon as these words were spoken, Simon Forrester looked at Sienna Thornton with an indescribable expression.

Sienna Thornton raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Is there a problem?"

"As long as you’re happy."

Sienna Thornton ignored him and followed the hostess into the shampoo room.

Simon Forrester’s apartment complex is a high-end building with over fifty floors, with shops on the ground floor, and above that are malls, hotels, gyms, and other entertainment venues.

Therefore, the hair salon where he brought Sienna Thornton is equally upscale, catering to wealthy and nouveau riche clientele.

Sienna Thornton was brought to a private room equipped with a multifunctional bed used for washing hair or body massages, along with a regular sofa, an ultra-thin TV mounted on the wall, and a shower stall.

The hostess assisted Sienna Thornton in laying on the bed, covered her with a soft blanket, and then left.

Sienna Thornton lay there, watching TV while waiting for "Number 8" to arrive.

After a while, a staff member brought in a fruit platter and drinks, followed by a young man with trendy hair, wearing a white shirt and black skinny pants.

He approached Sienna Thornton and respectfully said, "Hello, ma’am, I am Number 8."

Sienna Thornton hesitated, "Isn’t Number 8 a girl?"

"Oh, no," Number 8 noticed the awkwardness on her face and kindly asked, "Would you like to switch to a female hair therapist?"

Sienna Thornton initially wanted to say "yes," but seeing how handsome Number 8 was, she felt switching last minute would be embarrassing, so she directly said, "No need, you can do it."

The high-end salon’s service was indeed excellent. Rather than just washing hair, the process involved cleaning the hair, scalp care, and follicle cleansing, including both water washing and steaming, taking more than an hour in total.

Like all hairstylists, Number 8 occasionally chatted with clients about lighthearted topics.

Sienna Thornton responded absentmindedly and was almost dozing off when she suddenly heard Number 8 say, "You’re Mr. Forrester’s girlfriend, right? It’s the first time I’ve seen him bring a girl here."

"I’m not his girlfriend." Sienna Thornton kept her eyes closed, only responding coolly.

Number 8 wasn’t surprised and continued with a smile, "Then you must be Mrs. Forrester?"

"..."

With her hair washed and feeling fresh, Sienna Thornton, supported by Number 8, saw Simon Forrester sitting in the lounge reading a magazine.

Sienna Thornton walked towards him, shaking down her long hair with a smile, "The service here is really nice, Director Forrester, you sure know how to enjoy life."

Simon Forrester raised an eyebrow and smiled, closed the magazine, stood up leisurely, "Don’t you still want to take a bath? There’s also a body spa service available here. Do you want me to get you a young and strong handsome guy?"

Sienna Thornton grinned, "Okay, choose a fair-skinned boy like Number 8."

Standing nearby, Number 8 eagerly suggested, "The spa department’s David meets Miss Thornton’s requirements."

"Great, then David it is."

"I’ll arrange for him right away." Number 8 quickly moved the earpiece to his mouth, asking the dispatch department to quickly arrange for David to go to the spa department to serve Sienna Thornton.

Simon Forrester and Sienna Thornton exchanged different expressions.

Sienna Thornton was always decisive, never procrastinating. She planned to wash her hair and bathe that evening, and so she did.

Simon Forrester assumed she wouldn’t dare have a handsome guy serve her, expecting her to dawdle and hesitate, to embarrass herself, but she refused to let him have his way!

She already planned to request a female therapist once she reached the spa room, so she didn’t say much in front of Simon Forrester and firmly followed Number 8 inside.

After taking a few steps, she was pulled back by Simon Forrester, who caught up from behind.

"What?" Sienna Thornton turned back, raising an eyebrow discreetly.

Simon Forrester’s expression was rather peculiar, and he grabbed her slender arm with a firm grip, his palm seemingly warm, his voice deeper than usual, "Go back and take a bath."