ebookslot Chapter 577 - 548: She Means More Than the World (Part 4)
Chapter 577 - 548: She Means More Than the World (Part 4)
The villa’s staircase wasn’t particularly wide; Simon Forrester held Sienna Thornton’s hand, letting her walk ahead while he followed closely behind.The two of them passed the second floor and went up to the third. On the third floor, there was a large living room, a scenic balcony, and a spacious suite.
The bed was at the innermost part, with a small living room outside. In the center was an ornate French sofa with a courtly style, behind which was a floor-to-ceiling window. The white curtains billowed gracefully in the sea breeze. Directly in front of the sofa was a TV, and to the side was a wardrobe. Between the bedroom and the small living room, a door led to the bathroom.
It still looked like it did all those years ago.
At this moment, as if traveling through time, Sienna Thornton sat dazed on the sofa, watching Simon Forrester place the suitcase and carry-on bag on the luggage rack, then took out fresh sheets to change the bed.
After changing the bed linens, he went to change into slippers first. Once done, he walked over to her with another pair of cotton slippers, sat down beside her, lifted her feet onto his legs, and took off her sneakers, touching her toes: "Are your feet cold?"
Without waiting for her response, he simply removed her socks and placed his warm palms on her feet, rubbing them gently. The warmth from the friction of his hands between her toes reached her heart, warming her entire body.
She snapped back to reality, looking at him attentively massaging her feet, she smiled and caressed his habitually tense jawline, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. She didn’t speak; just looked at him with tender affection.
He occasionally glanced up at her, then down again at her fair and beautiful feet, laughing, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
With her chin propped up, she said, "I really wish we could go back to four years ago."
"Oh?"
She wanted to say, if I could do it all over again, the day after you invited me to come back here to spend the night with you, I would immediately agree, and we wouldn’t have had to wait six months to be together.
But even though she had his child, when it came to sweet talk, she was still shy. At this point, she changed her mind and said, "Because you were still so young back then, in your early thirties, exuding the fragrance of a young man."
"Hmm?" Simon Forrester raised his arm to sniff his armpit and arms, "Do I smell like an old man now?" After finishing, he nodded, "Still smells pretty nice though."
Sienna Thornton laughed heartily, gently pushing his shoulder, "Why are you going along with my act?"
He glanced at her and changed the topic, "How about taking a shower and having a nap? In the evening, I’ll take you to Old Street for dinner."
"Sounds good."
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Sienna Thornton hadn’t washed her hair the previous night at home, so she only rinsed quickly today, dried herself off, and was carried to bed by Simon Forrester.
The sheets and duvet covers were replaced with their own, carrying a familiar scent. Sienna Thornton snuggled in, feeling cozy and relaxed. Lying in bed, from this angle, through the transparent glass door of the balcony, she could see the silver beach and the deep blue sea outside.
It was the afternoon; the winter sun was overhead, even making the winter sea feel warm.
Sienna Thornton hugged the blanket, lying on her side, watching waves roll in one after another. After a while, the mattress behind her gently sank, followed by the rustling of linens.
Simon Forrester wrapped her in his arms from behind, flexing his legs, making the blanket lay perfectly flat over the two of them.
She clung to his arm, still watching the sea, but felt a discomfort in her stomach, as the bloated and acidic feeling in her stomach returned, making her somewhat absent-minded and not wanting to speak.
Simon Forrester knew she was feeling unwell again, holding her, he asked, "Want me to tell you the news?"
She hugged his arm, her fingers playfully pressing the veins that rose on his arm, and nodded.
He freed one hand to reach under the pillow for his phone, unlocking the screen, searching for news she might be interested in and reading it to her, with his own comments. This way was more comfortable than reading alone, and she enjoyed it, snuggling into his arms. As she listened, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
He gently kissed her brow, turned off the phone, pulled the blanket up, but did not fall asleep with her; instead, one hand held her tenderly while the other checked emails, handling some simple work.
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Sienna Thornton awoke from her nap, glanced outside, and saw that the sea had turned golden. It was dusk.
Seeing Simon Forrester leaning against the headboard looking at his phone, she shook his waist, "Are you up or didn’t sleep?"
"I didn’t sleep." Simon Forrester turned off his phone, smiling, kissing her lightly on the lips, "You’re awake? Hungry?"
"A little."
He tucked the blanket around her and got out of bed: "I’ll get you some clothes, get dressed, and let’s go out for dinner."
They dressed and headed downstairs. The Maybach that had brought them over at noon was parked outside the garden. They got in, and Sienna Thornton asked, "Is this car ours to borrow for the next few days?"
"Yes." Simon Forrester started the car, "Tomorrow night I might have to have dinner with Mr. Harding."
Sienna Thornton was about to ask who Mr. Harding was when Simon Forrester added, "Mr. Harding is the owner of this villa, and was also a client from the Norport project four years ago."
Sienna Thornton didn’t like socializing, especially since she wasn’t feeling well: "Can I skip it? I really don’t feel like going."
Simon Forrester smiled and didn’t insist: "Alright, when he comes by tomorrow night, I’ll just talk with him downstairs in the restaurant. You can rest in the room."
Outside the car window, evening shadows merged with the glow of the streetlamps. Norport at night was enchanting, even in the dead of winter; it remained a fresh and vibrant glimpse of spring, as if the bleakness of winter had no bearing on it.
They chatted along the way, and when they reached Old Street, Simon Forrester parked near the bar where he’d taken Sienna Thornton four years ago. Holding her hand, they walked through most of the street, finally finding the little snack shop she had been yearning for, ordering two servings of beef brisket noodles and ginkgo yam paste. She exclaimed how delicious it was, while he felt it was just so-so.
Having finished dinner, they decided to stroll around Old Street.
Sienna Thornton bought a few small items to take back to Brimfield for Melinda Linton and Auntie King. Seeing her preparing gifts for her assistants and Aurora Buckley as well, Simon Forrester laughed, "I don’t like bringing gifts for people when I travel. Once you start, you’ll feel obligated to do it every time you go somewhere. Why create such a habit for yourself?"
Sienna Thornton was busy selecting pearl hair clips, half-listening, and after a while, she replied, "It’s just small stuff, it doesn’t take much time, why overthink it."
Simon Forrester didn’t argue, nor did he lose his temper, holding the small items they’d purchased along the way and continued to wait.
If it were Sylvia Langley or Grandma Forrester making him wait for half an hour to pick out little gifts for others, he probably would have lost his patience long ago.