"The firm has already dismissed Nina Sinclair, and I’ve cleared up the rumors. You don’t have to worry."

"Huh?" Sienna hadn’t expected him to actually fire her, "I just didn’t like you having these rumors, clearing them up is enough. Wouldn’t firing her be bad?"

Simon Forrester turned his face to look at her, smiled, and said, "I didn’t know about this earlier, but now that I do, I have to handle it. You have to address the root cause of the problem. If you don’t get to the root, clarifying is pointless."

"Will it... affect the firm’s work?"

"No, she’s just a junior designer, it won’t affect anything."

For years, Simon Forrester knew that Sylvia Langley had always intended to match him with Nina Sinclair. When Nina initially thought of joining the firm, he was opposed, but Sylvia Langley threatened him by holding the firm’s land hostage, so he had to agree to Nina joining. But he always kept a guard up against her, never letting her touch core projects. To the firm, Nina was just a replaceable role, fine to have around, but with such a serious incident now, he couldn’t keep her.

Of course, he couldn’t tell Sienna about these things, it would just add to her worries.

But now he had fired Nina, and since some designers had seen him send Sienna downstairs this morning, Nina probably already knew he had a girlfriend. At the latest, by tomorrow, Sylvia, who is in Franland, would know and would definitely take some action.

Although he didn’t want his family to know about his relationship with Sienna so soon, under these circumstances, it seemed it couldn’t be kept a secret any longer.

He could refuse to explain, but if Sylvia was determined to find out, she would have someone follow him. Unless he didn’t meet Sienna, Sylvia would find out no matter what.

In light of that, he might as well bring her home first.

"If you’re willing, I hope to take you home soon." He seemed concerned she might not agree, so he added, "My mom might come back to the country in a few days, and I want my family to know our relationship is stable."

Sienna was stunned.

It’s only been a few days, and he’s already suggesting she meet his family with him?

Last week, he wasn’t even willing to introduce her to his friends, and now they’re going to his home?

Does this mean her previous worries were unnecessary? Was Simon Forrester serious from the start?

Understanding all this filled her with joy and satisfaction. Nothing could be happier than having a loving boyfriend want you to meet his family.

The mirage in her heart gradually turned into a solid building, brick by brick.

She was overjoyed but still shy outwardly, "Isn’t it too soon?"

"Yes," Simon Forrester chuckled helplessly, "that’s why you need to think carefully. If you don’t want to marry me, then you shouldn’t meet my family."

She became anxious, "I didn’t mean that... I want to go..." she said, realizing she was too eager, her face turning red again.

Simon Forrester laughed heartily, holding her hand tighter, "That’s great then."

.

During dinner, Simon Forrester noticed Sienna’s hands were colder and her lips pale, and asked, "Do you have qi and blood deficiency problems?"

Sienna was slightly surprised, "How did you know?"

"Let’s go to the hot springs tomorrow afternoon," Simon Forrester suggested, cutting a piece of his wagyu beef onto her plate, "You’re cold-handed and feet, soaking will help."

Hot springs?

Wouldn’t that mean wearing a swimsuit?

Sienna blushed, biting her lip and stirring her corn soup, "Where are we going for the hot springs? Will there be a lot of people?"

"There’s a hot spring hotel in Sunford, and the rooms have private hot springs, very secluded." As he spoke, Simon Forrester swallowed, his voice lowering further.

The western restaurant was dimly lit, with a candelabra on the table, and a band playing a melodious classical tune.

His deep gaze was fixed on her.

This made Sienna even more nervous.

Being in a hot spring in the same room, it seemed quite risky...

Her hands under the table twisted and turned, her knuckles turning white, and after a long pause, she squeezed out a "Maybe later."

Simon Forrester chuckled, "Okay, later it is. I’ll take you to buy some qi and blood nourishing supplements later."

"Alright."

After leaving the restaurant, Simon Forrester took Sienna to The Imperial Hotel’s duty-free mall, where they chose a few oral qi and blood nourishing products.

At checkout, the hotel general manager and mall manager both came out, nodding and bowing to Simon Forrester, respectfully calling him "Chairman Forrester," and asked if they should charge the items to his account.

Simon Forrester replied, "Charge it to my account," and holding Sienna’s hand, he told the mall manager, "In the future, if Miss Thorne comes here to shop, charge everything to my account."

From her impression, Simon Forrester’s apartment and office weren’t close to here. Why had he come here specifically to shop? Sienna was confused and puzzled. After being led out of the mall by him, she quietly asked, "Are you a regular here?"

Simon Forrester smiled, "Yes, a regular. If you come here to spend later, as long as you’re within this hotel area, you don’t have to pay, just charge it to my account."

"The things in this mall are really expensive. A rare handbag costs one or two million. Can I really just say charge it to your account if I buy a bag?"

"Sure."

Once in the car, the more Sienna thought about it, the stranger it seemed. "Your name shares a character with The Imperial Hotel. What connection do you have with this hotel?"

Simon Forrester started the car, ruffling her hair, and as they drove out of the hotel garage, he finally smiled, "I’m one of the hotel’s board members."

Sienna remembered Simon Forrester’s habit of investing everywhere and chuckled, "Got it."

.

Once home, Sienna took a shower, then started rummaging through her wardrobe for swimsuits, trying them on one by one. Some seemed outdated, others not attractive; after trying them on for over half an hour, she piled them all back into the wardrobe.

Although she verbally refused the hot spring idea, deep down she was really looking forward to it, preparing so that when Simon Forrester brought it up again, she would agree! But before agreeing, she had to sort out the swimsuit!

Browsing swimsuits on Taobao, she dismissed bikinis as too revealing, and one-pieces too conservative. Her eyes dazzled from the assortment, and after a lengthy selection, she reluctantly chose a lacy swimsuit that only covered the abdomen and was bikini-style on the back.

In her mind, when the time comes, she could drape a towel over her, so the large expanse of bare skin on her back wouldn’t be visible.

While choosing swimsuits using her tablet, she was video calling Simon Forrester on her phone. Simon Forrester was on the other end handling work, chatting with her while she picked swimsuits.

In truth, most of the time, she was asking questions, and Simon Forrester answering them. As they chatted, they talked about Simon Forrester’s zodiac sign, and she learned that Simon Forrester had just turned thirty a while ago.

"You’re only thirty?" she was surprised, "I thought you were at least thirty-two, and I was even prepared for you to be thirty-five."

Simon Forrester was amused, "Do I really look that old?"

"It’s not that you look old!" she rested her chin on her hand, smiling at Simon Forrester on the other end of the video, "I guessed based on your experiences."