Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 442 - 421: Everything Entrusted to Her

Simon Forrester waited until 10:30 before leaving work with Sienna Thornton.

It was early October, and the autumn chill was heavy in Brimfield. The wind was sharp and brisk, occasionally causing goosebumps.

Simon wrapped his arm around Sienna’s shoulder, pulling her half into his embrace, and asked, "Are you cold?"

Just as he spoke, another gust of wind blew by, lifting Sienna’s bangs that were tucked behind her ear. She raised her fair and delicate hand to adjust it, looked up at Simon, and smiled, "I’m not cold, I’m wearing a trench coat."

With that, she gathered her beige long trench coat around herself.

Simon hugged her a bit tighter.

Across from the government building was a large mall, and at this hour, it was quite lively, with a lot of cars and people. After passing the bustling section, they turned onto Regent Avenue, a street with a strong commercial atmosphere, lined with high-rises, luxury hotels, and huge malls.

Sometimes they walked arm in arm, other times Simon had his arm around Sienna. They walked slowly, at leisure.

After a while, Sienna laughed, "I thought you’d drive over to pick me up."

"You had cake, you need to walk it off, or you’ll gain weight." In truth, he just wanted to walk with her.

Understanding his teasing, she pretended to be concerned and slapped his arm lightly, playfully scolding, "I’m in such good shape now, and you’re worried I’ll get fat. What if I can’t lose the weight after having kids? What then?"

As she said this, she looked up at him, seeing him smile with a slightly curved lip, looking good from the side: "What can I do? I married you, so I have to love you even if you gain weight."

She felt pleased, laughed contentedly for a while, and said narcissistically, "But don’t worry! I can’t speak for anything else, but I’m confident about my figure. Look at my mom, she had three kids and her figure didn’t change at all."

Hearing this, Simon thought of Quentin Thorne, who, despite being middle-aged, had the physique of a young man who exercised regularly, and he sincerely admired, "Yes, your family does have impressive genes."

The two chatted intermittently, with the sound of high heels rhythmically clicking on the pavement. Above them, the sky was vast and deep, with a few twinkling stars, and the moonlight elongated their shadows.

They walked back to the design firm together.

On the third floor of the design firm, the lights were still on. Sienna casually asked, "Huh, who’s working overtime this late?"

"It’s probably Aiden."

The two walked up the steps, Simon opened the door, and let Sienna enter first.

Sienna: "Is there a lot of business lately?"

Simon: "There’s always been a lot of business."

They crossed the atrium and ascended to the second floor.

Sienna laughed, "But why do I feel like you were always very free before, always leaving work on time."

Simon chuckled, "How else would I have managed to pursue you?"

Sienna giggled, lowering her voice as they climbed higher, "You’ve realized that getting a wife is more important than a career as you get older?"

With Simon walking behind her, noticing she wasn’t walking properly and kept turning to talk, he pinched her arm to remind, "Walk properly or if you hurt your leg, you won’t be going to Valois."

At that, Sienna stopped joking and immediately straightened up.

When they passed the third floor, they went in to greet Aiden Chaucer before returning to the fourth floor.

Back at the entrance, Sienna balanced by pressing her hand firmly on Simon’s, raising one leg to remove her high heels: "Is Mr. Chaucer’s office newly renovated? I thought you gave him your previous office since he’s the SY director now?"

Simon boasted, "I’m still the major shareholder in SY."

Sienna finished taking off her shoes, patted his arm, and teased "Childish", saying, "You only children have such strong possessiveness, always protective of your territory and belongings, right?"

Simon nodded, "Exactly."

Talking, they intertwined their fingers and entered the wardrobe, changing their clothes. Sienna laughed, "You definitely liked me before I moved into your place three years ago."

Simon didn’t respond, slowly taking off his suit jacket and hanging it neatly, his long fingers skillfully loosening his tie, then undoing the blue diamond cufflinks on his white shirt, proceeding to take off the shirt.

Sienna was quicker, slipping out of her dress and shirt within moments, rummaging through the closet for sleepwear: "Or else, someone so protective of their domain, why would he let someone stay at his place back then?"

Taking a clean nightgown, she entered the bathroom connected to the wardrobe and bedroom.

Simon followed her in, standing tall by the sink, starting to apply shaving foam and shave.

As he focused intently on the mirror, he idly joked, "Wasn’t it because your front door was broken at that time?"

"You must’ve had other properties," Sienna asserted, "Even if you didn’t, you could’ve stayed in the dormitory while lending your place to me, so why insist on staying with me?"

Looking in the mirror, Simon smirked slightly, "No wonder you’re a lawyer—so logical and evidence-based."

Sienna, feeling proud, peeked her head out of the shower, laughing, "So I guessed right, didn’t I?"

After shaving one side, Simon turned slightly to shave the other side, leisurely adding, "A man’s thoughts are better left unguessed."

Honestly, he wasn’t quite sure when he fell for Sienna. Even when she asked, he couldn’t explain clearly.

Initially, he had a decent impression of her, but he mistakenly thought she had a daughter, so he didn’t think much further. Later, finding out she not only didn’t have a daughter but was also single, he began to have thoughts, especially after they shared living arrangements for a while, he found her personality amusing and the dependency from living together grew.

After she moved out, not only did she suffer from insomnia, but he had a hard time too, like struggling with an addiction he couldn’t shake off, prompting him to confess again.

However, she declined once, twice, making him think she truly didn’t like him. Feeling disheartened, he retreated to The Northeast to clear his mind, living ascetically for over half a year, yet he still missed her.

He felt he was a goner, like breaking a habit, where half a year wasn’t enough, his state resembling being bewitched.

Recalling those days of uncertainty, Simon felt a mix of helplessness and exhilaration, grateful he finally won her over.

Over the three years, apart from minor disagreements in the initial months, they blended together well, their personalities and living habits in harmony.

Thinking back, he felt fortunate, having entrusted his lifetime of affection and love to her, cultivating a unique attachment and love deeper than he imagined.

Such emotions likely wouldn’t be understood by Logan Lockwood, Jack Hawthorne, Gage Grant, and those friends with countless romantic encounters.

Among friends, it was probably only Tobias Blackwood who could somewhat relate to his experiences, although before Tobias met his wife, he had a distant relationship with a former girlfriend, arranged by family, maintaining a polite interaction, but in Simon’s view as someone who believes in loyalty, it lacked purity.

The steamy shower room filled with the sound of water suddenly fell quiet.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Simon put on his bathrobe, towel drying his hair as he walked back to the bedroom.

Sienna sat in the lounge chair flipping through documents. He sat beside her, glanced at the English materials in her hand, and asked, "You’ve worked late, and you’re still reading?"

Turning a page, Sienna looked at the data absentmindedly, "There’s nothing else to do now, might as well read as much as I can during critical times."