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When Sienna Thornton returned to the hotel, Simon Forrester was standing by the window making a phone call.
In the heated room, he wore a suit with a white shirt and tie, his dark brown hair naturally falling to the side of his forehead.
At this moment, the warm orange light of the sunset streamed in, casting a warm glow on his sharply defined, extraordinarily handsome profile.
He was nearly six-foot-three, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The pricey, custom-tailored suit made him look even more well-built.
At that moment, Sienna Thornton seemed to have developed X-ray vision, her gaze piercing through his white shirt to see his well-defined back muscles, six-pack abs, and the waist-to-hip ratio that nearly made her eyes pop out when the bath towel was yanked off by a dog.
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She was lost in her thoughts when Simon Forrester looked over and waved at her.
