Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 180 - 178: Sleep Schedule Disrupted

Simon Forrester, jolted awake by Sienna Thornton’s tweak, lost his sleepiness, leaned back to find a comfortable position, and habitually pulled Sienna to his chest.

Sienna leaned against him, flipping through a booklet in her hand, and asked, "Which hotel did you book?"

"The Four Seasons."

She pondered for a moment, "The one in Central District?"

"Yeah."

"That hotel is really expensive, several thousand a night."

Simon chuckled, "What’s so expensive about several thousand? They have rooms going for tens of thousands a night too."

Sienna made a gesture like she was stabbed in the heart, "Ah! That hurts!"

Simon chuckled, rubbed her hair, and pulled her into his embrace again.

Sienna rested against his chest, still flipping through the booklet.

Simon followed her through a few pages and noticed one day was scheduled for Disneyland and the wax museum, and laughed, "You’ve never been to either of these places?"

Sienna asked, "Back when I was a student?"

Simon rubbed her shoulder and neck, "Yeah."

"Nope, between not having time and not having spare money."

"That’s great, we can go together."

"We’ll be walking constantly these few days; I’m just worried your legs won’t hold up, so make sure to rest early at night!" She said, jotting something down in the booklet.

Simon: "..."

The plane landed punctually at four-ish at Azure Harbor International Airport.

Sienna was in black casual shorts, a white short-sleeved T-shirt tucked in at the waist, her waist slim and delicate. She wore Nike Air Max sneakers, carried a backpack, wore sunglasses, her hair in a high ponytail, and held a phone, sending voice messages to her friends in Azure Harbor.

Simon, pushing two suitcases alone, followed behind her, slightly irritated watching her legs sway in front of him.

When she put away her phone, he caught up with her in a few steps and asked, "Aren’t you worried about mosquitoes biting you with such short shorts?"

Sienna glanced at him sideways, "There aren’t many mosquitoes in Azure Harbor."

Simon: "... It might get cold, change into long pants back at the hotel."

Sienna: "I checked the weather before we left, Azure Harbor’s highs exceed 33 degrees Celsius these days, so I didn’t bring long pants."

Simon: "..."

After passing through customs, the hotel pickup crew held a sign waiting outside.

Simon signaled Sienna, "Someone’s here to take us to the hotel, this way."

Sienna glanced up, and amidst the crowd, the sign in traditional Chinese reading "Mr. Forrester and Mrs. Forrester" stood out brightly.

It takes a car ride, crossing the harbor, to get from the airport to the Four Seasons hotel on Aethel Isle, but it only takes about thirty or forty minutes.

The hotel dispatched a business vehicle to transport Simon and Sienna to the hotel.

Halfway through the ride, Sienna felt puzzled and asked, "How much does this trip cost for the ride?"

Simon: "It’s free, a service included with the room booking."

Sienna understood now; Simon had booked not a regular thousand-dollar per-night room but an ocean-view room costing over ten thousand.

She didn’t mention it again; they’d already discussed it on the plane. Bringing it up repeatedly would only make her seem nagging and bothersome.

They soon reached the hotel; Simon took Sienna’s documents to the front desk to check in, while she stood aside waiting, occasionally checking her WeChat.

The elevator stopped on the thirty-something floor, with Simon holding the room card in front and Sienna following behind.

Upon entering the room, the light instantly improved.

Sienna changed into slippers and walked to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window behind the sofa, exclaiming, "Victoria Harbour is right there!"

Simon placed their luggage on the rack, sat on the shoe bench to change shoes, and while taking off his shoes, watched Sienna using the harbor as a background for selfies, laughing, "Why are you taking those?"

"For social media."

Hearing this, Simon, having changed his shoes, moved over, "Let’s take one together."

While speaking, just as Sienna pressed the shutter, he suddenly turned and kissed her cheek; the moment perfectly captured by the camera.

"Hey, you sneak attacked!" Sienna exclaimed softly.

Just as he was about to go further, she suddenly laughed and pushed him back onto the bed, "I need to shower!"

She then grabbed clothes from the luggage rack and dashed into the bathroom.

Simon touched his moist lips, chuckled, sat up, and went to grab some clothes too...

*** Sweet daily life moments here ***

Sienna, already drained from not sleeping well the previous night, exerted herself further in the shower on an empty stomach, and now lay on the bed, unable to move.

Simon, who woke up late in the morning and had napped on the plane, felt more refreshed after a shower and stood by the floor-length window, calling to arrange for lunch delivery from the hotel.

Sienna lay sideways, her view directly capturing his figure and the sea view of Victoria Harbour through the window.

He wore a basic white T-shirt and black cargo shorts, tall and sturdy, holding a phone in one hand and the other in his pocket.

It was past two in the afternoon, with the sunlight streaming through thin clouds and the window, casting a soft glow on him.

He turned around while holding the phone, instantly standing backlit, his features indistinct, with Victoria Harbour’s golden view behind him.

Sienna felt the scene dreamy, instinctively grabbing her phone and snapping a photo of Simon.

Looking at the phone album, she realized it was the first photo she’d taken of Simon, while their previous one, where Simon kissed her, was their first true photo together.

In a daze, while looking at the pictures, Simon came over, leaned against the bed, propping his chin, and said, "The hotel’s bringing food soon; wanna eat before sleeping?"

"Okay."

*

When Sienna woke up, all the curtains in the room were drawn, pitch black everywhere.

Simon’s arm lay across her waist as he slept.

She checked her phone, and it was almost six o’clock.

Lightly tapping her forehead, she turned and nudged Simon twice, "It’s past six in the evening, wake up."

Simon turned over, switched on the bedside lamp, turned back to hug her, eyes closed, murmuring, "Might as well sleep till dawn."

She wriggled out of his embrace, annoyed, "No way! Each day has its plans; our schedule is all messed up, and it’s your fault for having no restraint these past few days."