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The villa's staircase wasn't particularly wide; Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton's hand, letting her walk ahead while he followed closely behind.
The two of them passed the second floor and went up to the third. On the third floor, there was a large living room, a scenic balcony, and a spacious suite.
The bed was at the innermost part, with a small living room outside. In the center was an ornate French sofa with a courtly style, behind which was a floor-to-ceiling window. The white curtains billowed gracefully in the sea breeze. Directly in front of the sofa was a TV, and to the side was a wardrobe. Between the bedroom and the small living room, a door led to the bathroom.
It still looked like it did all those years ago.
At this moment, as if traveling through time, Sienna Thornton sat dazed on the sofa, watching Simon Forrester place the suitcase and carry-on bag on the luggage rack, then took out fresh sheets to change the bed.
