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Compared to Sienna Thornton's heavy expression, Simon Forrester's face was instead relaxed.
He wrapped his arm around Sienna Thornton's slender waist under the wedding dress and laughed, "We're already like this, can he really stop us?"
"Like what?"
His other hand gently caressed her flat belly, his warm palm covering it, smiling mischievously, "Maybe we already have a daughter, what can he do about it?"
Sienna Thornton laughed heartily, lifting her head from his shoulder and lightly tapping his cheek with her finger, "A daughter? In your dreams!"
She stood up and took off the white gown.
Simon Forrester lay back on the long soft bench, feeling a bit dejected, looking at the warm, dim lights on the ceiling, pondering how to convince Quentin Thorne to agree to his marriage with Sienna Thornton.
Sienna Thornton had started taking medicine earlier, and it was actually her own suggestion.
