Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 250 - 247: The Heater Broke Down (Fourth Update)
Simon Forrester regretted not taking the Urus out tonight.
The S60 is a sedan with cramped space. Both Simon Forrester and Sienna Thornton are tall, one is 188 cm, the other 170 cm, making it awkward for them both, quite a mood killer.
Back home, Sienna Thornton was still in a bit of a daze.
Simon Forrester put his arm around her, recalling how she was yelping just now, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Tomorrow is Monday, both the design office and the law firm have early meetings, so once Sienna Thornton got home, she didn’t dare to dawdle and quickly took a shower to go to bed early.
It was early April, Brimfield’s weather was still unpredictable, a spring rain had just passed, bringing in the last blast of cold air of the season, making the weekend a bit chilly.
Sienna Thornton showered and washed her hair, coming out of the heated bathroom in just a thin bathrobe. Suddenly hit by a cold draft, her wet hair felt like the warmth had turned into icy needles piercing her pores.
She shivered, hurried back to the dressing room to grab a thick winter robe and wrapped it around herself, shouting out, "Why is the heater off? It’s freezing!"
There was no response, she assumed Simon Forrester was in the laundry room, so she ran out to check, but he wasn’t home, no idea where he went.
She quickly called him, and after a few rings, he answered, "Looks like the heater’s broken, I went to the property office, I’ll be home soon."
Her teeth chattered, finally uttering an "oh" before hanging up.
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When Simon Forrester returned, Sienna Thornton was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, drying her hair, wearing a short black-and-white striped plush robe. Her round silhouette looked like a panda, unbearably cute.
Without a sound, Simon Forrester smiled, changed into indoor slippers, walked over, and took the hairdryer from her hand to help blow-dry her hair, "Property says they can only fix the heater tomorrow, so we’ll just have to rough it tonight."
Sienna Thornton gave an "oh," too cold to bother asking further questions.
While drying her hair, Simon Forrester suddenly asked, "Is this hairdryer yours or mine?"
Sienna Thornton had her hands and feet tucked in her robe, too cold to move, didn’t turn her head, her voice slightly altered, "Don’t know, we’ve all mixed them up by now."
"Where’s the other one?"
Sienna Thornton thought for a moment, "Maybe in the drawer of my vanity."
Soon as she finished speaking, Simon Forrester handed her the hairdryer and silently walked away.
Sienna Thornton immediately shouted, "It’s not dry yet, where are you going?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
A minute later, Simon Forrester returned with another hairdryer in hand, switched it on, and continued blow-drying her hair, reminding her as he did, "Don’t you know you can use the other one to warm your body? Silly!"
"Huh?!" Startled, Sienna Thornton quickly turned on the dryer, set it to the hottest setting, warming her hands and feet. After a bit, they finally felt warm.
She laughed, "I really got so cold I couldn’t think straight, not realizing this trick." Finished saying, she didn’t wait for Simon Forrester’s reply and asked, "So what about tonight? Will we wake up from the cold?"
Simon Forrester: "How about we stay at the hotel downstairs for the night and come home after the heater’s fixed tomorrow?"
This apartment is over 60 floors, not only does it have a large shopping mall, cinema, gym, but also a luxury five-star hotel.
Upon hearing this, Sienna Thornton found it troublesome and was unwilling to go.
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After her hair was dry, Simon Forrester put away the hairdryer, and Sienna Thornton went to the study to pack her laptop, charger, and some scattered materials, getting ready for work tomorrow. Only then did she go back to the bathroom to wash her face and hands.
Having applied her skincare products, she was about to hop into bed in her thick robe when she suddenly found Simon Forrester lying in her spot.
She lifted her foot to nudge his butt, "Go sleep in your spot."
Simon Forrester obediently rolled over to his side.
Sienna Thornton slipped into bed with her robe still on, suddenly realizing the whole bed was warm. It hit her that Simon Forrester was warming the bed for her!
With sudden excitement over her discovery, she let out a playful "ya!" and quickly shed her thick robe, snuggling into Simon Forrester’s arms in her soft pajamas.
"So this is what they call ’warming the bed’!" she laughed, nuzzling against Simon Forrester’s cleanly shaved chin.
Simon Forrester tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on her fuzzy hair, and softly asked, "Are you still cold?"
Sienna shook her head, inhaling his crisp scent, which she adored, murmuring, "No, warm and cozy."
Simon Forrester responded with a soft "mm," reaching for the remote to turn off the lights.
In the darkness, he adjusted to a comfortable position, wrapping Sienna securely in his embrace, balanced perfectly, neither stifling nor chilly for her.
Their legs intertwined, but feeling her icy feet, he suggested, "If your feet are cold, you can tuck them onto my stomach, it’s warm."
"Really?" Sienna indeed curled her feet up against his firm abdomen, "Really warm, so nice..."
"Mm, as long as you’re comfortable," he whispered, sliding a hand into the quilt to rub her chilly little feet, "If you feel cold, just tell me."
"But this way, won’t you be cold?" Sienna asked softly.
"Holding you, I don’t feel cold at all..."
"Then hold me tighter..."
He really did tighten his embrace a little more.
She suddenly recalled the time she’d stayed here with a fracture, when he had come back drunk.
He’d claimed she had climbed into his bed on her own, which irked her into arguing with him for a long time. In the end, she didn’t get an apology, and instead started to doubt herself.
Remembering this, she couldn’t resist asking, poking his chest with her index finger, "Do you remember the time I was staying here with a fracture, when you came back drunk, brought back by Harrison Rowe?"
He murmured in acknowledgment.
"I was afraid you’d fall asleep in the tub, so I was waiting on the sofa in your room to wake you after a bit, but I dozed off. Later, I woke up in your bed, and you said I got up in the middle of the night from the sofa and climbed into your bed myself. Is that true?"
The hand massaging her foot stopped.
Snuggled in his neck, she heard him gulp audibly.
This reaction seemed off.
She pushed her foot forward, sternly said, "Tell the truth!"
He paused for a while and said, "Partially true."
She pushed her foot again, and he groaned, his voice hoarse as he admitted, "I sobered up after a bath, and when I came out, I saw you asleep on the chaise longue, so I covered you with a thin blanket. But then I went to bed and couldn’t fall asleep."
"Then what?" her voice was tense, her heart suddenly racing, "What did you do to me after?"
"I turned on the light, sat next to you, and watched you for over an hour."
Sienna Thornton: "...Then what?"
