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Simon Forrester put the pink luggage bag in the back seat, and after fastening the seatbelt, he immediately started the car.
The deep space gray SUV merged into the main road traffic.
Sienna Thorne slightly turned her body to observe Simon Forrester's expression: "How are you feeling this morning? Any headaches or dizziness?"
The man's eyebrows and eyes were concealed by sunglasses, his well-shaped lips curved into a smile: "No, I'm feeling perfectly normal."
"You seem remarkably fine for someone hungover," Sienna leaned closer, "Let me see if there's any smell of alcohol."
She sniffed vigorously a few times: "Strange, there's really no alcohol smell, and it smells nice. Did you use perfume?"
"No, it might be the scent of skincare products or laundry detergent."
Sienna, not entirely pleased, pursed her lips: "This scent is too attractive, it's easy to enchant girls."
"Is that so? Then I'll switch to a scent-free brand."
