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Simon Forrester was frying eggs, while a pot of hangover soup simmered nearby.
Just as he turned off the stove, before the eggs were out of the pan, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist.
Sienna Thornton hugged his waist, resting her face on his back, and asked sweetly, "Are you making breakfast? Thank you, baby."
He didn't respond, simply removing the eggs from the pan and starting to slice the toast and bacon, getting ready to make sandwiches.
Trying to please him, Sienna nuzzled against his back like a cat and asked, "Did I throw up last night?"
Simon Forrester still didn't reply.
Guessing he might be upset, Sienna gently withdrew her hands, cautiously observing his profile, "I'll go change clothes first, and then let's eat, okay?"
He still didn't respond.
Sienna sighed inwardly at the bad sign and quickly dashed off to change her clothes.
Once she changed and put on makeup, Simon Forrester was already sitting in his usual spot in the dining room.
