CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: HELPING OUT

By the time Sienna Thornton sat on the low stool inside the shower room, she was already drenched in sweat. She panted and waved at Simon Forrester, "Help me lift this leg onto the chair outside."

She was wearing a cotton sports dress from Adidas, the fit was perfect, and it only reached her knees. There were snap buttons on the sides of her thighs; opening one side would allow her leg to move freely, even doing the splits was no problem.

With a few crisp sounds, Sienna decisively opened three snap buttons on the right side of the dress, so that the leg wrapped in a cast could reach the high stool smoothly, but it wasn’t convenient for her to move such a heavy leg by herself, so she needed someone to assist her.

Simon walked over, glanced at her leg that was half visible like a slit in a cheongsam, partially hidden. Under the dim light, her leg appeared long and shapely, the skin tone resembling a superior-grade pearl.

He shifted his gaze somewhat uncomfortably, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to cover your leg first, then I’ll help you lift it up?"

"Cover it?" Sienna feigned ignorance, "Aren’t you supposed to undress fully for a shower?"

Undress fully...

Simon’s eyes suddenly darkened.

After a pause, he spread his palm expressionlessly, "Sorry, I’m not accustomed to skin contact with strangers."

"..."

"I’ll grab a towel." Simon said, and before Sienna could react, he quickly left the bathroom.

When he returned, he handed a brand new towel to Sienna. After Sienna wrapped the towel around her exposed skin, he helped her lift her right leg onto the high stool outside the shower room through the towel.

Despite his sarcasm, Sienna was filled with indignation but didn’t show it. Once her cast leg was settled, she calmly instructed him to wrap the cast area securely with two plastic bags before asking him to leave the bathroom.

In such a difficult environment and with such inconvenience physically, Sienna wasn’t in the mood for a proper shower, she just rinsed her body briefly and planned to dry off and get dressed.

Halfway through drying her body, she suddenly realized she hadn’t brought clean pajamas...

The logical thing to do was to ask the person outside to fetch some clothes. If it were Auntie King, it would have been fine, but now it was Simon waiting outside. Asking him to bring her pajamas would let him see her only wrapped in a towel, right?

Wouldn’t he then act all self-important, thinking she’s flirting with him? And then say—Sorry, I don’t engage in visual contact with women in only towels, permit me to step out for some sunglasses?

The thought of Simon’s pretentious manner made Sienna want to laugh. But thinking of his earlier comment about having no habit of skin contact with strangers made her so angry that she gritted her teeth and put on the dirty clothes she had just taken off.

Once she was dressed properly, she called for Simon outside to come in and help.

When Simon entered and saw her wearing the same clothes from before the shower, he was about to ask if she had showered, but upon seeing the mist in the shower room and the empty clothes rack, he asked, "Didn’t bring clean clothes in?"

"Yes," Sienna rewrapped the towel around her leg, "Could you help me lower my leg again?"

Simon chuckled, walked over, lifted her right leg, then moved the stool aside, and her leg was gently placed back on the ground.

Sienna held onto the shower door’s handle and stood up.

She accepted the crutch handed by Simon and independently made her way back to the room from the bathroom.

After changing into clean pajamas, she still felt everything was off, lacking the refreshing feeling of a proper shower, instead feeling a sticky sensation from not being entirely clean.

Probably because she put on dirty clothes after showering.

The more Sienna thought about it, the angrier she got. Thinking about enduring this kind of day for several more days made her so furious she wanted to choke Simon.

She sat on the bed for a long time and finally came up with a plan to get rid of Simon.

Clutching a bottle of nail polish dug out from her makeup bag, Sienna went to knock on the study door.

Simon was surely working overtime. Taking her out to wash her hair tonight and then being embroiled in this shower business for half an hour definitely ate into his rest time.

If she could trouble him another night, keeping him up and unable to work overtime, he might get fed up and agree to let Maeve come to take care of her.

Sienna had this all figured out, so when Simon opened the door, she directly stuffed the nail polish into his hand, "I want to apply nail polish."