"Where are we washing?" Sienna Thornton curved a naive, clueless smile towards Simon Forrester.
"Asking when you know the answer?" Simon Forrester's lips hinted at restraint, he slightly tightened his grip on Sienna Thornton's arm, pulling her closer.
Maeve, who was waiting nearby, skillfully intervened: "How about getting Miss Thornton a more experienced female body therapist?"
Even a blind person could see that Mr. Forrester, who usually came alone, had brought a pretty girl in loungewear today, either in a relationship or not quite there yet. And the girl specifically requested David's service, clearly a playful moment between her and Mr. Forrester.
Maeve repeated the question, but Simon Forrester raised his hand to stop her before she could finish.
"There's no need, just settle the bill directly!"
...
Simon Forrester signed at the reception and quickly pulled Sienna Thornton into the elevator.
