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Sienna Thornton had worked over 12 hours that day. If Simon Forrester hadn't brought desserts over in the evening, allowing her a bit of time to enjoy some treats and chat with him, she'd likely have spent the entire day working.
She usually didn't exercise much, and with such high-intensity work, her body was bound to collapse. How could he convince her to put work aside and rest early?
Simon Forrester dried his hair, his mind wandering aimlessly, while his eyes occasionally fell on Sienna, who was sitting by his side.
The room was heated to a cozy temperature. Sienna wore a pink and goose yellow striped V-neck nightdress, her legs tucked close in front of her with documents resting on them.
Simon dried his hair thoroughly, slung the towel over his shoulder, and leaned over to look at her documents, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Hm?" Sienna scribbled notes on the pages, the blue pen moving elegantly under her slender fingers, "Not really."
