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Coming out of the private room, Sienna Thorne was a bit unsteady on her feet, clinging to Simon Forrester's arm, barely making it into the elevator.
The elevator was empty, and as soon as the doors closed, she hugged Simon Forrester's waist, burying her face in his neck, closing her eyes as if she were resting.
Simon Forrester held her tightly, his voice husky, asked, "Come to my place?"
She mumbled, "What time is it?"
Simon Forrester raised his wrist to check his watch: "Nine o'clock."
"...No, it's too late, I have to go back."
"Alright, I'll take you home."
The elevator went straight to the hotel garage, and Simon Forrester guided Sienna Thorne out, found the car, helped her into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and quickly got into the driver's seat.
The car drove out of the hotel, heading towards the old villa area.
