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Speaking of Sienna Thornton's daughter, Simon Forrester asked, "By the way, where's your cat? Didn't you say you left it with Maeve for boarding?"
"It's still with her," Sienna said helplessly, "It hasn't seen me in over two months and isn't close to me anymore, but it's closer to Maeve, so I gave it to her."
Simon Forrester: "Oh. That's good."
He's narrow-minded; he can't even tolerate a cat.
Sienna was still applying various skincare products on her face when Simon, sitting cross-legged on the footstool at the end of the bed, stretched out his arms to massage her shoulders.
Looking in the mirror and applying cream, Sienna asked, "Since you thought I was a married woman, why did you still let me move into your house?"
"If I didn't let you stay, would I let Thomas Reed's wife kill you?" Simon Forrester said, "I originally planned to let you stay for a day or two before having you leave, but on the first night you moved in, I found out your daughter was just a cat..."
