"Still up?"
Sienna Thornton knew it was Simon Forrester.
His voice was distinctive, deep, yet with a hint of tenderness, especially in such a night that weighed heavily on the mood.
"I like this corner that feels like a viewing platform," Sienna didn't turn around, doing her best to sound light and cheerful despite her gloom, "so, may I borrow your living room?"
"Of course," A glass of milk suddenly appeared in front of her, "Care for some milk?"
Simon lay on the other side of the recliner, his fingers holding the clear glass were long and fair, with neatly trimmed nails, very pleasant to look at.
"No, thanks," Sienna slowly moved her gaze to his face.
Simon smiled, the milk glass touched his warm lips, the milky white liquid slowly slid from his mouth to his esophagus.
Seeing his alluring Adam's apple moving under the fair skin of his neck, Sienna felt a jolt, and somewhat uneasily looked away.
"Can't sleep, are you worried about your daughter's safety?"
