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Simon Forrester walked over, glanced at the plate with quite a bit of salad left, and asked, "Is this breakfast? What time did you get up?"
His tone was casual, but Sienna Thornton felt something was off in his gaze. She calmed her emotions and softly replied, "Eleven-thirty."
"Let's have lunch together," Simon pulled out the chair next to her and sat down beside her, "After eating, let's go upstairs together."
Sienna nodded with pursed lips, showing a deep dimple on one cheek as she sat down.
The other designers also took their seats one by one.
Harrison Rowe, as usual, sat next to Simon and occasionally peeked at Sienna over Simon's shoulder, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Because when he went looking for Simon on the third floor this morning, the sofa was empty, no blankets or pillows, meaning Simon slept in the bed with Sienna last night.
This discovery had Harrison quite excited, but he couldn't tell anyone, which was almost driving him crazy.
