Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 311 - 299: Icicle

At the end of August, Simon Forrester led the SY design team on a two-week trip to the Northeast, while Sienna Thornton stayed behind in Brimfield to handle a case.

The law firm was doing quite well. Though most of the cases were civil, or involved sending lawyer letters and offering simple legal advice, the small profits added up. Every month’s revenue was sizable, covering rent, utilities, employee salaries, and leaving the three partners with a considerable dividend at year-end.

On the Forrester Family front, Old Master Forrester was in good health, Bianca Fordham’s family kept quiet like mice, Zane and his wife reconciled and returned to the United States, planning to come back for Simon’s birthday in November.

On the Thornton Family side, Melinda Linton and Jenna Raines moved into Sienna Thornton’s newly purchased three-bedroom apartment; the Raines Family was peaceful back home, leading to a relatively smooth and fulfilling life.

As for the Grant Family, Old Master Forrester heard from Uncle Grant that Quentin Thorne had helped resolve Ian Grant’s previous troubles. Ian, in an effort to save his marriage and ensure no more issues arose in the future, pledged to follow Quentin’s lead in everything.

Sienna Thornton sat behind her office desk, pondering the events of the past two to three months. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. She snapped back to attention, straightened up, and cleared her throat: "Come in~"

It was Rochelle Linwood who entered, placing several courier packages on the desk: "Several of your parcels just arrived."

Sienna took them, opened the top one: "Has the Forresters’ service fee been transferred yet? It’s due in two days."

"Not yet, I’ll follow up with their finance department."

"Alright," Sienna said sternly, "make sure they settle the payment within the next couple of days."

"Okay, I’ll head out if there’s nothing else," Rochelle said.

"Go ahead."

Rochelle turned to leave. Just as she grabbed the door handle, she heard the sound of papers scattering across the floor behind her.

Turning back, she saw Sienna standing, her face shocked as she stared at the photos scattered on the floor.

She quickly walked over, picked up a few photos, and felt an impending sense of pressure, like a storm about to break.

Cautiously, she looked at Sienna: "Partner Thornton?"

Sienna regained her composure, swallowed hard, and steadied herself against the desk, stepping back a few times before slumping into her office chair, speechless, her expression vacant.

Rochelle gathered up the photos and returned them to the desk, observing Sienna’s demeanor: "If you need any help, feel free to ask me."

"Okay."

Rochelle left the office.

Once the door was closed, Sienna didn’t look at the stack of photos again. She spun her chair around to face the window.

Today’s weather in Brimfield was great, with not a cloud in the sky. The blue sky was clear and spotless, promising a pleasant and cheerful day.

Just fifteen minutes ago, she’d been grateful that life had finally stabilized, only to have issues suddenly rear their head.

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At noon, lunch was delivered to the smaller meeting room upstairs.

When Aurora entered, she only found Rhonda Wagner and the three assistants, with no sign of Sienna Thornton. So she asked Rochelle, "Where’s your Partner Thornton? Skipping lunch?"

Rochelle cast a worried glance at the tightly shut office door across from her: "I’ll go ask."

She returned just a minute later: "Partner Thornton said she’s not having lunch."

Rhonda sensed something was off, looking at Rochelle, she asked: "Did something happen?"

Rochelle dared not say, claiming she wasn’t sure herself.

After a while, they saw Sienna with her bag, closing the office door as she headed to the meeting room.

She knocked on the open office door: "I need to head out for a bit. I might not be back this afternoon. Call me if anything happens."

With that, she hurriedly left.

Rochelle put down her chopsticks, chased downstairs, stopping Sienna just as she was about to get into her car: "Partner Thornton, mind if I come with you? Two heads are better than one."

Sienna wore sunglasses. From the tense look on the bottom half of her face, Rochelle could tell she was angry.

Just because she knew Sienna was furious, Rochelle couldn’t let her go alone.

Rochelle tried again: "Shall I accompany you?"

Sienna smirked, the refined curve of her lips sharp as a knife, cutting and chilly.

She gently pushed Rochelle aside, opened the car door, and before getting in waved a hand at Rochelle: "Go back inside. I can handle it."

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Sienna parked the car, took her bag, and entered an ordinary five-star hotel in Brimfield.

The hotel’s restaurant, The Lumeria Restaurant, was located at the back of the central court on the ground floor. Passing through the revolving door and across the court, she finally spotted her old colleague by the window, someone she hadn’t seen in months.

Behind her sunglasses, Sienna’s delicate eyes narrowed, her teeth clenched hard enough that the muscles in her cheeks stood out prominently.

She gripped the bag tightly as she walked straight towards the window seat.

Despite the photos in her handbag, her steps were steady, undeterred by the situation.

She didn’t know how much time it took to reach the person but knew that in her mind, there was a single voice insisting she must teach this woman a lesson!

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Sienna approached the woman, not sitting immediately, but raising her chin slightly, looking down at her. Behind the sunglasses, her eyes were as cold as ice, seemingly capable of chiseling a hole into the woman’s seemingly innocent face.

The woman also looked at her, giving a harmless smile: "Lawyer Thornton, please sit."

Sienna, expressionless, pulled out the chair to sit, gracefully crossing her legs. Removing her sunglasses, she took out the photos she received in the morning from her bag, tossing them on the table, coldly asked: "What are you planning?"

The woman’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze steady: "I don’t want this either, but I couldn’t reach him, so I had to find you."

Sienna remained silent, her skin around her eyes twitching slightly from anger.

After a moment’s pause, the woman took out a folded white paper from her bag, pushing it towards Sienna.

But Sienna didn’t reach for it, much less look at it.

Her back straightened, arms crossed, eyebrows slightly raised as she looked at the woman, her refined lips curled in a mocking smile: "Just speak directly."

"I’m pregnant. The child is Simon Forrester’s."

Sienna was taken aback, her pupils constricting, her eyes scanning the woman’s fairly flat belly several times. After a long pause, she chuckled softly, asking leisurely: "And how do you prove the child is Simon Forrester’s?"

The woman seemed surprised by her composure, stunned for a moment, then gently touched her abdomen, softly saying: "The baby is six weeks old now. I plan to have it. By that time, proving the child’s father is him should be possible, right?"

"Jane Jefferson!" Sienna growled, her face lightly flushed with anger, her gaze shifting from cold disdain to naked disgust as she looked at Jane: "You keep saying you’re pregnant with Simon Forrester’s child, then show me proof to convince me!"