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Simon Forrester smiled, lowering his eyes to gaze at her. From her beautiful brows and eyes, down to her delicate collarbone, he looked, and finally back to her eyes, looking at her deeply, he whispered: "Do you think I need it?"
These words were spoken with confidence, with absolutely no exaggeration, and Sienna Thornton knew he was telling the truth.
Sienna Thornton laughed and lightly patted his arm. The two of them were leaning so close that their lips were almost touching each other's ears.
Among the colleagues, except for three or four older ones with families, the rest were single, seeing them show their affection, shouted, "That's too much!"
Sienna Thornton felt a bit embarrassed, bit her lip and sat up straight.
Simon Forrester's hand was around her waist, the man's warm, dry palm resting on her lower back, giving comfort to her slightly sore spine after sitting all day.
