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Sienna Thornton thought for a moment before understanding what he was talking about. Her face immediately turned red.
She bit her lip and asked, "If I object, then you won't buy it?"
"Yes."
"Then go ahead and buy it."
After saying this, her face turned even redder.
Simon Forrester's face also showed slight embarrassment. He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "Let's go in together then."
"Okay."
*
That night, the stars were sparse against the moonlit sky outside the window, and the distant sea shimmered where sky met ocean.
In the high-end flat on the forty-something floor, only a dim warm yellow floor lamp remained lit by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton; she leaned against his shoulder. The two sat on the floor, their backs against a leather recliner on the viewing platform, with a bottle of red wine at their feet.
