Free Web NovelChapter 724: Chapter 695: Love in a Parallel Universe [017]
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The light at the doorway was dim, and Sienna rummaged through her bag for a long time but couldn’t find her keys.
Simon Forrester walked up softly, "Lawyer Thorne, we..."
Just then, Quentin Thorne came out from inside, called out "Annie", cutting off what Simon was about to say.
Sienna looked up at her father with a flushed face, "Daddy..."
Simon stepped back a pace.
Quentin opened the iron gate of the garden, his gentle gaze sweeping over his daughter’s reddened eyes, then he looked seriously at Simon.
Simon quickly caught on and smiled, nodding at Quentin, "Hello, sir, I’m a friend of Lawyer Thorne’s."
Quentin glanced at the car parked at the house entrance, then at the well-dressed young man in front of him, and finally, his gaze fell on the half-revealed face of the valuable Patek Philippe watch.
"Hello, may I have your surname?"
Simon nodded again, "Forrester, no need for formality."
"Thank you for bringing our Annie home, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"
Simon smiled, "No need, I have matters to attend to, I’ll be leaving first." With that, he nodded respectfully again, turned around, and got into the car.
Sienna kept her back to him until the car sped away, then bowed her head and pushed open the iron gate to go inside.
Quentin retracted his gaze and entered the yard as well.
The father and daughter entered the house one after the other, and while changing shoes in the hallway, Melinda Linton came down from upstairs, seeing her daughter’s dejected look, she instinctively looked at her husband.
Quentin shook his head, indicating not to ask too much for now.
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Sienna came out after her shower, her eyes still swollen. She sat at the dressing table drying her hair, thinking about being rejected by Simon Forrester earlier, and tears started to fall again.
"Knock, knock—"
She knew it was her parents knocking, remained silent, pretending to be asleep, then realized the light was still on, so she reluctantly wiped her tears, got up, and opened the door.
Quentin stood outside, holding a bowl of tonic, "Annie, have some bird’s nest before bed."
Compared to the seriousness he had shown outside toward Simon, he was full of tenderness for his daughter.
Sienna lowered her gaze, returned to sit at the dressing table.
Quentin placed the bird’s nest on the table, picking up the hairdryer nearby, "Come, eat while it’s warm, Daddy will dry your hair."
Sienna listlessly removed the cover of the casserole, her voice hoarse, "Set it to level 2."
Quentin stretched the tone as he said "Okay," and began earnestly drying her hair.
Perhaps the sweet, warm bird’s nest warmed her stomach, Sienna felt a bit better, not as miserable.
Quentin finished drying her hair, put the hairdryer in the cabinet beside them, then turned and sat at the end of the bed behind her.
"Weren’t you having dinner with Seth Sutton tonight? Why come back with The Forresters’ young heir?"
Just one glance at the license plate and Quentin investigated Simon’s family background thoroughly within half an hour.
Sienna finished the bird’s nest and was now fiddling with her phone with downcast eyes.
She was browsing SY’s official Weibo, something she’d been doing almost every night before bed for the past month.
"What young heir?" She absentmindedly looked at photos of Simon at a gala on her phone, "The one who gave me a ride back is an architectural designer."
Seeing she was unaware of Simon’s background, Quentin didn’t say more and instead asked, "Did you meet Seth tonight? What did you think of him?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Sienna shook her head, "Not much, I don’t like him, I made it clear to him."
The faint hope Quentin harbored was shattered.
He had thought his daughter might change her firm stance after meeting the young and handsome Seth Sutton, but it turned out to be...
He tried to persuade her, "Annie, listen to Dad’s advice, with Seth’s father’s connections, it could greatly benefit your future career..."
But before he could finish, his daughter impatiently interrupted.
"I want to rely on myself! I don’t want to hear this!" Sienna said in frustration, covering her ears.
Fearing she might get upset, Quentin quickly consoled, "Alright, alright, if you don’t like him, that’s it. I’ll talk to Uncle Sutton tomorrow."
Finally, she lowered her hands from her ears and resumed looking at her phone.
Quentin shook his head, sighed, and said, "Even if you don’t like Seth, you shouldn’t associate with the businessmen’s children, they’re not like us."
Sienna knew her dad was going to criticize Simon, and not wanting to hear him nag, she got up and drove him out.
After closing the door, her world gained a moment of peace.
She turned on the nightlight, and hugging the teddy bear Simon had given her, went to bed.
This was the first time she had liked someone so much, and this was how it ended.
She deeply regretted confessing to Simon tonight. If she hadn’t confessed and could have been a bit thicker-skinned, maybe they could have met again, and there might still have been a chance for him to like her, but now... being rejected so completely, there wasn’t even a sliver of hope left.
Just thinking about Simon one day marrying someone else, having kids, doing intimate things, she felt so sad and cried until her pillow was soaked.
She didn’t know how long she cried, only that her eyes hurt, her throat hurt, and her heart hurt even more.
The phone on the dressing table, set to silent, buzzed persistently. She wiped her tears and sniffled with some tissues before getting up to fetch the phone.
On the screen, the name "Simon" flashed.
This was a call from Simon Forrester, the first since he left London three weeks ago.
Her back tensed, she deliberated for a long time, then picked up the call with trembling hands, "Hello—"
She was so nervous she didn’t even realize how thick her voice was from crying.
The other side paused briefly, then a low male voice came through, "I’ve arrived home."
"Oh." There was nothing else she could think of to say.
There was a brief silence again, after a few seconds, Simon asked, "Have you been crying?"
She quickly denied with a heavy crying voice, "No, I just caught a chill tonight, got a runny nose."
"Is that so?" Simon chuckled, "Shall I take you to see a doctor tomorrow?"
Sienna tightened her grip on the phone.
What did he mean by this? He rejected her, yet now wanted to take her to see a doctor?
Was he trying to keep things ambiguous?
Sienna only took a few seconds to think before decisively rejecting him, "No need! I can see a doctor myself!"
She didn’t want to be a backup, didn’t want to become the kind of woman who had an ambiguous relationship with Simon.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up, bye."
Just as she was about to hang up, Simon called out on the other end, "Annie..."
Maybe it was the gentle way he called her name, she inexplicably put the phone back to her ear.
The man asked with a low voice, "Do you not want to see me anymore?"
I’ve already been rejected by you, would I still want to see you? That would be self-degrading!
But she didn’t say it aloud, it was just too embarrassing.
She sniffled and said, "There’s really nothing worth meeting up for, anyway."
On the other end, Simon let out a slight chuckle, "You owe me a meal and a cup of coffee. I’ll pick you up from your house at 11 tomorrow morning. Get some rest, goodnight."
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