Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 192 - 190: Simon Forrester Scolds Tang

Sienna Thornton lowered her eyes and said softly, "If you want to kiss me, just kiss, when did you ever ask me..."

Before she finished speaking, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed as the man stepped up to her, held her hands, slightly bowed his head, and his soft lips kissed her.

She shook his arm and laughed, "Are you eighteen? You can’t even hold back for a moment?"

"Not eighteen... twenty."

"..."

"I held back the whole day today. Before, I could see you right after work. What time is it now?" Simon Forrester raised his hand to check his watch, sounding quite displeased, "It’s already past ten!"

"...I just happened to have plans tonight," Sienna assured quietly, "I’ll get off work on time from now on."

Mentioning her plans didn’t help, for Simon Forrester became a bit jealous, "Don’t take Steven Chapman’s car anymore. If someone sees it, they might think you two have something going on."

Sienna obediently wrapped her arm around his, knowing his childish streak yet still willing to humor him, "Got it! Tomorrow I’ll drive myself, I won’t take anyone’s car but... yours."

Saying that, she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder.

Being indulged, flattered, and cuddled, Simon’s possessive side was satisfied, feeling proud, he wrapped his arm around Sienna’s shoulders, exclaiming, "I really want to announce our relationship right away to everyone at The Forresters."

Sienna chuckled secretly, "Announce what?"

She was expecting Simon Forrester to say "Announce that I have such a beautiful and smart girlfriend," but the childish man tousled his hair and narcissistically said, "Announce that you have such a handsome, tall, long-legged, talented, and wealthy boyfriend like me!"

"..."

-

Entering the house, Sienna Thornton kicked off her thin high heels, dropped her bag on the hallway cabinet, and collapsed onto the sofa like a plane landing.

Simon Forrester took off his shoes, went to the bar to wash his hands, and brought over a cola-colored liquor and an aluminum bottle.

Sienna glanced over, asked, "What’s that?"

"Cocoa liqueur and cream, can make an Angel’s Kiss cocktail."

"It’s so late, you’re still drinking?"

Simon grinned, shook the aluminum bottle up and down a few times, and pressed down on its top with his thumb, squeezing soft cream into his palm.

Sienna got interested, sat up, and exclaimed, "You can play with it like that?"

"Yeah," Simon wiped away the cream from his palm with a napkin, "Go take a shower, and after you’re done, we’ll make cocktails to drink."

"Okay." Sienna was thrilled and jumped off the sofa immediately, but after taking one step, suddenly cried out and sat back down.

Simon quickly put down the bottle and walked over nervously, "What’s wrong?"

Sienna rubbed her foot, "Guess I haven’t worn high heels for too long. Standing up just now made the nerves in my foot tingle."

Simon sat down, raised her leg and placed it on his lap, and closely inspected the sole of her foot.

"The area under your toes is a bit red," he lightly pressed with his thumb, "Does it hurt?"

Sienna winced, gasping, "It hurts!"

"Those shoes you’re wearing today raised your whole body’s focus to this area, of course, they hurt! Don’t wear high heels tomorrow. You’re not that short, why wear such high shoes?" Though his mouth was lecturing her, his hands gently massaged the injured area.

Sienna muttered softly, "But wearing high heels with a suit looks good... makes you appear taller and slimmer..."

"..." Simon was speechless, continued kneading her foot, and then got up and walked inside.

Sienna called out, "Where are you going?"

"Sit still!"

Since he said that, Sienna didn’t dare move, casually picked up the remote next to her, and turned on the TV.

A legal variety show was being replayed on the TV, Sienna adjusted to a comfortable pose, long legs on the sofa, side-lying with her hand supporting her chin, and laughed as she watched.

After a while, she saw Simon Forrester, having removed his coat, wearing only a white shirt and black trousers, coming out from the guest bathroom, carrying a smoking bucket.

Sienna sat up, "Isn’t that my foot bath bucket?"

"Yes, let’s soak your feet." Simon sat down beside her, placing the bucket down, and gently lowered her feet into the hot water.

The hot water made Sienna scrunch up her face and gasp repeatedly, "Oh, it’s hot, I need to get up!"

But Simon pressed her knee, stopping her movement. She tried pushing him a few times, but he didn’t budge, so she gave up struggling.

Exhaling... inhaling... repeatedly, her feet gradually adjusted to the water temperature.

"It feels a bit better now?" She raised her foot a bit, her fair feet wiggled in the water, nearly splashing out and wetting the pristine white carpet.

Simon squeezed her thigh lightly with a hint of exasperation, "Dirty this carpet, let’s see how you clean it."

The more he said, the more she wanted to mess with him, she deliberately shuffled her feet more, and he hurriedly rushed to hold her foot underwater and give it a gentle squeeze, "Feeling itchy?"

She gasped repeatedly, furrowed her brows, enjoying the touch, "That’s the spot! Yes! A bit harder!"

"You’re really good at enjoying yourself!"

He laughed, both hands submerged completely in water, massaging both her soles, "The muscle beneath your foot is really tough, and it seems the bone beside your big toe is a bit misshaped."

Sienna kept silent, eyes glued to the TV, pretending ignorance.

Simon continued kneading her foot for a while, then asked, "Were those heels you wore 10 centimeters?"

"Mm-hmm."

Hearing her quick response, he guessed the heels were over 10 centimeters, and his hands exerted more pressure, making her yelp in pain.

"Don’t you know that wearing high heels frequently affects your spine? People with bad necks dare to torture their spine?"

"Alright, alright! I know!"

Aiming to stop his nagging, she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and pouted, leaning closer, "Give me a kiss and my foot won’t hurt."

He chuckled in resignation, giving her a peck on the lips.

-

Sienna had showered and now lay motionless on the bed, not wanting to move.

The sound of water was trickling from the bathroom; Simon was still showering.

She closed her eyes pretending to sleep, reflecting on the day’s events and planning for tomorrow.

The room only had a dim floor lamp lit, creating a cozy and relaxing ambiance.

After some time, the bathroom water sounds ceased, followed by the noise of the hairdryer.

Sienna remained in her lying position.

Soon, she heard the bathroom door open and close, then the bedroom door opened.

Simon must be out to drink milk again, she thought.

She only noticed after moving in with Simon Forrester that he religiously drank two bottles of fresh milk each morning and night, rain or shine, even during storms.

While she was daydreaming, the door opened, and the sound of slippers scuffing against the wooden floor filled the room. She sensed the part of the bed beside her sinking.

She kept her eyes closed but smiled slightly, "Went out for milk again?"

His voice was low, "Yeah, do you want some?"

Her eyes opened faintly, a hand caressing his smooth cheek, she smiled, "Are you a baby? Drinking milk twice a day?"