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When the soft and tender fingertips touched his face, Simon Forrester froze for a moment, not moving for quite a while.
Sienna Thorne poked once, seemed unsatisfied, and poked again.
Simon Forrester was caught between laughter and tears, closing the laptop he had just opened, turning his head to look at her, and said amusingly, "Is there something on my face?"
She was first shocked, then exclaimed, "Oh my God, it really is you?!"
"Yes, it's me."
Oh my God!
His voice is so nice! So nice!
Sienna's face instantly blushed, her finger that had poked his cheek meeting her other finger, whispering, "I didn't expect it to be you."
Simon Forrester chuckled softly, not saying anything more, turning back to continue looking at his laptop.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Sienna sat upright, took a sip of water to ease her awkwardness.
She was thinking about what to say to Simon Forrester.
"Are you going to London on a business trip?" she asked softly.
