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Simon Forrester, dressed in a well-tailored dark space gray suit, as usual, with a white French shirt and a polka dot tie of the same color, stood straight outside the dance studio door with one hand in his pocket, exuding an elite aura that was out of place with the atmosphere of the scene.
Sienna Thornton walked up to him barefoot.
The dim lighting cast a shadow on his face, obscuring his expression. She could only vaguely see a hint of an indescribable smile at the corner of his lips.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, extended her hand, and asked with a smile, "Where's the stuff?"
"In the car," his eyes were intense, and he nodded slightly toward the elevator, "want to go down with me to get it?"
Sienna withdrew her hand, her smile deepening as she teased, "You're returning clothes you borrowed on the same day, but you've dragged it out until today. Are you planning something?"
