"Then you don't mind if I help you prepare, do you?" Sienna Thornton stared at him, as if trying to see through whether he was truly drunk or pretending.
He nodded earnestly once more.
"Alright then," Sienna glanced at the guest bathroom with only a shower, and patiently said, "Just sit for a moment."
She went to the master bedroom's bathroom to check. Indeed, there was a constant temperature massage bathtub, installed right next to the floor-to-ceiling window. She rinsed it slightly with the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature to fill it up.
Returning to the guest bathroom, Simon Forrester was sitting with his head back on the toilet, staring blankly into space, his face flushed, breathing heavily, not asleep, lost in thought.
Sienna Thornton walked over and tried to help him up, "I've prepared the water for you, go back to your room to wash."
"No," he said, though his body was honestly leaning on Sienna's shoulder to stand up, "I want to wash outside..."
