Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike

Chapter 508 - 484: Can’t Afford to Offend

While waiting for the food, the two of them each held a marriage certificate, looking at the photos and content, filled with emotions.After a while, Sienna Thornton asked, "I want to post this on social media, do you want to post it too?"

Simon Forrester shook his head, "I’ve never posted on social media."

Sienna Thornton frowned, "Then why not post our marriage news as your first post? Wouldn’t that be nice?"

Simon Forrester insisted, "There are all sorts of people on WeChat, why let others see our marriage certificate?"

"You can categorize people, you know, so only certain folks can see it, then..."

Sienna Thornton didn’t know how to explain the groups feature to Simon Forrester, who hadn’t even activated his social media, so she simply asked for his phone and showed him how to operate his social media.

After fiddling with it for a while, she quietly exited Simon Forrester’s social media and returned the phone: "Seems too complicated, forget it, I won’t post it."

Simon Forrester chuckled, pinched her nose lightly, and put the phone back in his pocket.

In the end, Sienna Thornton didn’t post on social media either, she just took a few photos of the marriage certificate as a keepsake.

The red background wedding photo on the marriage certificate was taken the winter before last when they were taking wedding photos in Norway. They wore matching cashmere white sweaters, cuddled close, smiling brightly, showing off their perfect white teeth.

Soon after returning from Europe, Sienna Thornton encountered a near-fatal setback. Back then, she almost lost her career, and her reputation was on the brink, but fortunately, she stood strong and restarted her career with a new Chapter.

Recalling Sienna Thornton’s ordeal, Simon Forrester felt a twinge in his nose, gently rubbed his thumb over her innocent and brilliant smile on the wedding photo, then looked up at her sitting across from him.

Her smile was still bright, her personality just as lively, filled with hope for life and the future, she was still the same as before.

Simon Forrester felt a rush of emotions inside, but didn’t show any change on his face.

Sienna Thornton also remembered the time they took the wedding photo, occasionally glancing at the photo, then looking at Simon Forrester, snickering, "It’s been over a year, and you haven’t aged a bit, still as fresh and juicy. But I feel like I’ve become withered."

Coming back to his senses, Simon Forrester looked at Sienna Thornton for a moment, took out his phone, scrolled through the album for a while, placed the phone next to the marriage certificate photo, and showed it to Sienna Thornton.

"When did you take this photo? It looks just like the one on the marriage certificate."

Sienna Thornton looked at the photo on Simon Forrester’s phone, then at him, suspicious, "Where did you get this photo?"

Simon Forrester smiled, "There was an online forum evaluating the most beautiful women lawyers in Brimfield one year, you made the list, and this photo was in that post."

"Huh? Something like that happened?" Sienna Thornton was amused yet speechless, "What rank was I?"

"...I forgot."

Sienna Thornton pulled out her phone, "What keywords did you use?"

Simon Forrester, "...Your name."

Sienna Thornton searched her own name, but after a while, she couldn’t find that post. Then she remembered that when she was all over the 7 o’clock news, everything under her old name was wiped from the internet.

Seeing her put away her phone slightly disappointed, Simon Forrester asked, "The post is gone?"

"Yeah."

Simon Forrester smiled and didn’t say anything further.

She suddenly gleamed, grabbing his hand, "So think carefully, what rank was I back then?"

Simon Forrester chuckled, "Does the rank matter that much?"

"Of course! Who wouldn’t want to know their rank in their own field? Don’t you want to know your rank in architecture?"

"Nope," Simon Forrester retorted, "What’s the point?"

"To satisfy a little vanity."

After saying this, Sienna Thornton laughed at herself. After a while, realizing she focused on the wrong point, she laughed even harder, "So when did you search my name? And secretly saved my photo? If you want my photo, just ask, I can send you tons."

If it were in the past, Simon Forrester would have felt embarrassed about secretly googling a loved one, but after being in a relationship with Sienna Thornton for three years, he grew a thicker skin, and now unabashedly retorted, "Don’t you find things with a hint of secrecy more intriguing?"

"Stop right there!" Sienna Thornton covered his mouth, whispering, "That mindset is dangerous, just stop, don’t delve further!"

Simon Forrester laughed, said nothing, and took the chance to kiss the palm of her hand.

...

After lunch, Simon Forrester took Sienna Thornton back to Melinda Linton’s place, then returned to the old mansion himself.

Tomorrow morning, they had to leave from the old mansion around seven, to pick up the bride before eight, so he had to rest early in the evening, ensuring energy for tomorrow, as the wedding would keep him busy from early morning to late night.

The old mansion was decorated with lights and banners, with a red carpet stretched across the entrance, so Simon Forrester parked the car by the garden wall, not driving it into the courtyard.

Getting out of the car, he walked to the entrance and saw that the wedding company staff had already started decorating.

At the entrance hung large red lanterns with "Double Happiness" characters, and the two large doors were covered with festive red and gold motifs, with flower stands on either side adorned with bunches of fiery red roses.

Recalling Quentin Thorne’s constant debate over real or fake flowers, Simon Forrester went up to touch the roses, found they were fake, and waved over a wedding company staff member working nearby.

"Can these flowers be replaced with real ones?"

Not sure who this tall, stylish man with sunglasses was, the staff member cautiously inquired, "You are...?"

"I’m the one paying."

Upon hearing this, assuming he was in charge, the staff member enthusiastically replied, "Of course! We can provide either imported or domestic red roses!"

Simon Forrester further asked, "Is tomorrow’s wedding banquet also decorated by you?"

"Yes, that’s our job as well."

"Are the banquet’s flowers real or fake?"

"They’re artificial peonies."

Simon Forrester frowned, "So those are fake?"

"...Yes."

Simon Forrester said nothing further, putting his hands in his pockets, striding into the old mansion.

Sylvia Langley was in the inner courtyard directing the wedding company’s setup, and upon seeing her son, missing for days, immediately went and pulled him aside, lowering her voice to ask, "What’s wrong with you? The wedding is tomorrow, and where have you been roaming until now?"

She probably thought Simon Forrester was enjoying his last days of singlehood before the wedding.

She prided herself on understanding men but didn’t truly understand her son, unaware of how well Simon Forrester and Sienna Thornton got along, being lovey-dovey for three years, even sticking close together before the big day.

Simon Forrester couldn’t be bothered to explain, coldly stating, "Tell the wedding company to replace all the flowers with real ones."

Sylvia Langley didn’t understand what was going on, "Why change them? If fake flowers are fine, why insist on real ones?"

Simon Forrester impatiently said, "Just change them to real flowers!" and angrily headed to his room in The East Wing.

Sylvia Langley was puzzled. Even though she knew switching to real flowers would cost a lot more, with her son demanding it, she realized if she didn’t comply, they might start arguing early tomorrow morning.

Better not to provoke him.