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Sienna Thornton thought for a moment before realizing what Simon Forrester meant, and her face immediately turned red.
She bit her lip and asked, "If I oppose, won't you buy it?"
"Yes."
"Then go ahead and buy it."
After saying this, her face turned even redder.
Simon Forrester's expression also showed a hint of discomfort. He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "Let's go in together."
"Okay."
*
That night, the moon hung in a sky full of scattered stars, and in the distance, the sea shimmered, merging seamlessly with the horizon.
In the forty-something floor luxury apartment, only one dim, warm yellow floor lamp was left by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton close, as she leaned on his shoulder. They sat on the floor, backs against a leather lounge chair on the viewing deck, a bottle of red wine at their feet.
Simon took a sip of red wine, his hand habitually squeezing Sienna's shoulder and neck. He asked quietly, "Have you decided?"
