Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 173 - 171: Hemophobia (Second Update)

Simon Forrester came home from work, changed his shoes at the entrance, and saw the kitchen light on. He put the car key into the key bowl on the entrance cabinet, swapped into slippers, and walked over to the kitchen for a glance.

Sienna Thornton was slicing sashimi, with a disposable glove on her left hand and a knife in her right. The sashimi on the plate was chopped unevenly, with varying thickness.

"You need to use the long knife to slice sashimi," Simon Forrester said as he reached for the knife rack, taking down a sharp long knife.

"Let me do it." He patted Sienna Thornton’s shoulder and took the knife to rinse it in the sink.

When he turned around, Sienna Thornton was still at the cutting board struggling with the poor salmon, while reaching out to him: "Give me the knife, let me try."

He handed the knife to her: "Be careful, this knife is very sharp."

"Come on, I’m not far-sighted."

A slice of salmon was cut; although a bit thick, it was alright.

Sienna Thornton disliked it for being too thick and said it should be thinner, so she continued cutting.

Simon Forrester watched her knife and fingers closely, seeing she was placing the knife too close to her fingers, just about to warn her when she suddenly let out a loud scream.

"Did you cut your hand?" He quickly grabbed her hand to check.

Her index finger had a cut, even the nail was sliced.

The transparent glove turned crimson with blood, and she whimpered, her breath quickened, her face pale: "Quick, quick, get me a band-aid."

Simon Forrester didn’t say anything, calmly leading her hand to the sink. With one hand, he turned her head against his chest, with the other hand, he picked up the temperature-controlled kettle beside, using the hot water to rinse the knife wound on her hand.

The blood mixed with the warm water turned pink, flowing into the drain with a ripple.

Sienna Thornton trembling all over, her face buried in Simon Forrester’s embrace, one hand clutching tightly at his shirt.

Simon Forrester pinched the cut with his index finger and thumb for a while, until the bleeding slowed down, then ran outside to get the medical kit.

He disinfected with iodophor, bandaged with gauze and tape to stop the bleeding.

Sienna Thornton’s face was pale, her chest heaving with rapid breaths.

With a pang of sympathy, Simon Forrester once again held her in his arms, softly reassured: "It’s alright, the bleeding has stopped."

Holding for a while, feeling her emotions stabilizing, he said again: "If I’m not home, don’t use knives by yourself, what if you faint at home from bleeding?"

"Okay." Her voice timid, "I’ll go to my mom’s place, no cooking."

"That’s good." Simon Forrester kissed her hair, "You rest in the living room, I’ll wrap up. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready."

Saying this, seemingly worried she’d faint halfway, Simon Forrester simply picked her up, settled her on the sofa, and even turned on the TV to divert her attention.

However, upon entering the kitchen, with the medicine box and iodophor yet to be tidied up, he brewed a cup of salt-sugar water and brought it to her before returning to the kitchen to prepare dinner. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

There’s stewed steak in the pot, two servings of vegetable and fruit salad already mixed, half the sashimi sliced, the cream of mushroom soup yet to be cooked, but ingredients were ready.

Simon Forrester tidied up and brought out the dinner within twenty minutes.

"Candy, dinner’s ready."

"Eh, okay."

Seeing her dally for a while and not come over, Simon Forrester went to the living room for a look, Sienna Thornton was staring at her bandaged finger in a daze.

The TV was playing "Boonie Bears," clearly she wasn’t watching, staring at her finger instead.

He went over, sat beside her, and asked: "Does the wound hurt?"

"No, just feels irritating."

He wrapped her injured left hand in his palm, pulling her to stand up: "The more you look, the more irritating it becomes, from this moment, forget the wound on your hand, it won’t be irritating."

"Alright, though it’s hard to do, I’ll try my best." Her tone seemed helpless.

Simon Forrester chuckled, lifted his hand to ruffle her hair: "Come on, after dinner, let’s go downstairs for a hair wash."

Sitting at the dining table, Sienna Thornton glanced at the plate of sashimi with no appetite, always feeling it had her own blood, insisted Simon Forrester take the sashimi to the kitchen.

Simon Forrester picked a slice and ate it, finishing then said: "You can’t always fear blood, gradually you have to train psychologically, starting with this sashimi with blood."

Actually, there was no blood, he’d already discarded those pieces touched by blood, just that Sienna Thornton still felt shadows in her mind.

She watched Simon Forrester eat piece by piece of those sashimi, a wave of discomfort in her stomach, swallowing saliva forcefully, asked: "Aren’t you afraid there could be my blood on it, isn’t it dirty to eat?"

Simon Forrester didn’t speak, with an ambiguous smile tugging at his lips, raised brows, looking at her, much unsaid in his eyes.

This meal, with Sienna Thornton already distracted, left her with no appetite.

After eating, they went downstairs to the salon for a hair wash, freshened up and came back ready for a bath.

Due to the wound not being able to touch water, Sienna Thornton wrapped cling film around her finger, resting the injured hand on the tub’s edge, while she soaked in the temperature-controlled tub, washed casually with her uninjured right hand, then got up.

Wrapped in a robe heading to the closet, Simon Forrester was checking tomorrow’s suitcase for the trip to The Northeast.

"I’ve packed it all, see if anything’s missing." Sienna Thornton walked to her wardrobe, took out a pink dress, and unfastened her robe to put on a nightgown.

Simon Forrester glanced at the suitcase’s contents, quickly locked the case: "It’s good, everything’s packed, girls are meticulous, considerate."

By now, Sienna Thornton was in a nightgown, sitting on a soft stool.

She glanced at Simon Forrester searching for towels in the closet, chuckled: "If you want to praise my meticulousness, just say ’you’re meticulous and thoughtful,’ no need to drag other girls into it, might think you’ve dated many meticulous and thoughtful girls."

Simon Forrester: "...You’re meticulous and thoughtful."

Finally, he asked: "Does your hand still hurt?"

Sienna Thornton was satisfied, dressed, ran over to hug his waist, rubbed her cheek against his back: "Not anymore, just a fright, won’t buy sashimi to cut anymore. That thing’s so soft, really hard to cut."

Speaking, she frowned muttering: "But you love sashimi."

Simon Forrester took a clean towel, walking said: "I don’t particularly like anything, except lamb and dog meat, whatever you make I’ll eat."

"Alright!"

He gently ruffled her hair, wrapped an arm around her as they walked into the room, whispered: "I’m taking the morning flight, tonight let’s rest early, I’ll shower first, don’t sleep yet, wait for me."

His hint was obvious, Sienna Thornton blushed, pointed at her bandaged hand: "But I’m injured."

"It won’t affect..."