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Sienna Thornton was obviously startled, stepping back rapidly, ending up in Simon Forrester's arms.
Simon Forrester held her, walked over to glance through the peephole, and said impatiently, "It really is her. What is she doing here so late?"
Even Sienna Thornton, who usually had great composure, was a bit at a loss and slipped out from Simon Forrester's arms, "Should I go hide in the room?"
"Why would you hide?" Simon Forrester grabbed the bunny ears on her pajamas, "It's not like you're a mistress."
"Okay then."
"Shall I open the door?"
"Yeah!"
Sienna Thornton tidied her messy hair from being blown around and smoothed her pajamas, standing behind Simon Forrester.
The moment the door opened, Mrs. Forrester's gaze lifted from her phone screen. Seeing her son, she smiled briefly. But in the next moment, seeing Sienna Thornton standing behind him, her enchanting face flashed through shock, surprise, anger, and even sadness.
