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Mr. Harding asked this way, but Simon Forrester didn't say much for a while. He just picked up his wine glass, gently clinked it with him, took a sip, then brushed Sienna Thornton's soft, black hair that hung behind her, and smiled, "Four years ago, my wife and I solidified our relationship in this villa of yours, so I thought about buying it as a memento."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Harding immediately turned his gaze to the quiet girl sitting obediently beside Simon Forrester, who hadn't spoken much all evening.
It seems it really hasn't changed in four years.
Mr. Harding was a bit curious. Simon Forrester, being so difficult, what kind of girl could manage to hold on to him?
