Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 324 - 312: Trust

Old Master Forrester also looked at Sienna Thornton, with admiration and relief in his eyes: "I knew I didn’t misjudge you."

Sienna Thornton felt embarrassed by the praise and humbly said, "These sorts of cases, which are almost like false accusations, don’t really involve much skill."

Simon Forrester walked around the restaurant, sat down next to her again, and laughed: "Grandpa means, you encountered such things, and yet you didn’t break up with me but stayed to fight against external enemies together. Such behavior is commendable!"

Then, he looked at Old Master Forrester: "Isn’t that right, Grandpa?"

Old Master Forrester nodded silently with a smile.

The elderly man folded the A4 papers on the table, tucked them into his coat pocket without saying anything, and invited everyone to the living room to make tea.

Grandma Forrester was in a bad mood and went to the Buddha Hall to recite scriptures.

Sylvia Langley chatted with Sienna Thornton for a while, and Simon Forrester played chess with the elderly for some time. Not feeling very comfortable, he suggested to Sienna Thornton to head home.

On the way back, Simon Forrester said, "I think that property transition inheritance plan is pretty good. How about we implement it?"

Sienna Thornton shook her head with a bitter smile, "Didn’t you see how Grandpa didn’t say a word and quickly put the plan away? It means he doesn’t want to bring it up again; this matter was just an act to fool Jane Jefferson! If you go ahead with this, it’ll only make things worse for me."

Simon Forrester thought about it and agreed, saying, "Then let’s handle it when the timing is appropriate."

Sienna Thornton focused on driving and didn’t say anything further.

After driving for a while, at a red light stop, she suddenly said, "Jane Jefferson is really targeting your family’s property. The moment we mentioned signing that agreement, she immediately panicked. I noticed her expression was quite restless, and your aunt looked as if she’d won nothing."

Simon Forrester laughed, sarcastically saying, "So those two women are foolish. Do they think someone else’s assets are so easy to take?"

As he spoke, he reached over Sienna Thornton’s shoulder, kneading her tense neck: "Luckily, Thomas Reed is sensible. Actually, if we’d just explained things to Thomas Reed from the start and let him handle that woman, there would’ve been no need for you and my mom to step in."

Sienna Thornton didn’t respond, just drove with a smile.

Simon Forrester was silent for a while and then suddenly realized, "But it seems that this incident has changed your relationship with my mom from enemies to friends."

"Haha," Sienna Thornton recalled her current relationship with Sylvia Langley and found it amusing, "Auntie just invited me to go shopping tomorrow, saying she wants to buy me clothes."

Simon Forrester was skeptical, "Is she really that nice?"

Sienna Thornton nodded with a smile on her face: "She said the clothes in my wardrobe are too outdated. She wants to give me a makeover."

Hearing this, Simon Forrester turned to look at her, "You’re not angry about that?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"When someone says your clothes are outdated, it’s actually criticizing your poor taste!"

Sienna Thornton let out a dry laugh, tilting her head slightly and responding indifferently: "There’s no reason to be angry about such things. If my taste is poor, I just have to improve it. Instead of wasting time being mad about that, it’s better to read more books and do more exercises."

Simon Forrester: "..."

At this moment, Sienna Thornton was seriously driving, with no makeup on her face, her hair tied back, exposing her smooth forehead, long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and cute chin.

She blinked her eyes, making her long, curled eyelashes flutter, which made Simon Forrester’s heart race a bit faster.

This delicate profile was something he saw and kissed every day, yet each time, it still took his breath away.

"Generally, the more beautiful a woman is, the bigger her temper and the less she tolerates being questioned," Simon Forrester chuckled, "Would you say you’re a bit abnormal? You’re not angry when others would be, and you get worked up over things that wouldn’t bother others."

Sienna Thornton furrowed her brows, "I’m not sure about the second part, what do you mean by ’not angry’?"

Simon Forrester knew that if they continued, it would touch on past issues, so he stopped talking.

Sienna Thornton didn’t pursue it further, and after a moment, she laughed to herself: "I am indeed a bit abnormal. Otherwise, the Jane Jefferson situation wouldn’t have been handled like this."

Simon Forrester just smiled without responding.

Sienna Thornton said, "Normally, I should have broken up with you first, then waited for you to handle this matter before getting back together."

She shook her head, seemingly disheartened with herself, "Sometimes I wonder, if I didn’t know the truth about why you went to the hotel that day, would I still be so calm seeing Jane Jefferson’s photos?"

"Yeah," Simon Forrester turned to look at her, "I wanted to ask you that question too."

She didn’t answer immediately, pondering for a long while before saying, "I think I would be, because we’ve been together for more than a year, and I know what kind of person you are, so I trust you."

Simon Forrester felt gratified.

Sienna Thornton asked, "Do you remember that DK case from last year?"

"Of course," Simon Forrester chuckled helplessly, "that case gave us quite the hard time."

"Back then, when I went to sign the settlement agreement with the head of DK Greater Coria, he joked with his subordinates about you finding escort girls for company that night. Hearing that made me really angry, thinking you were dirty. Because I didn’t know you well, I knew nothing about your past romantic or sexual experiences, so I misunderstood. But now, after more than a year together, if I still misunderstand you over such things, I’d be a fool."

Simon Forrester didn’t speak for a while; a moment later, when the car stopped at a red light, he took Sienna Thornton’s hand, holding it tenderly, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Her hand wasn’t large, but her fingers were long and fair, with clean, smooth fingertips.

This small hand bore such a great burden: working, doing laundry, cooking, handling chores, loving him, and in the future, nurturing their children.

He gazed at it for a long time, reluctant to let go, tenderly saying, "I can promise you that in this lifetime, aside from you, I won’t even glance at another woman more than once. I love you and only want to be with you."

As he said this, he took her hand again and kissed it once more.

She was tickled and laughed, withdrawing her hand, lightly tapping his, and playfully said, "So gross! My hand smells like your saliva now!"

The green light came on, and she placed her hand back on the steering wheel.

He sat up straight, quietly chuckling, suddenly saying, "You drool on my pillow every night. Have I ever complained?"

"Tonight, I’ll trade pillows with you."

"Do you think you don’t drool on your own pillow?"

Sienna Thornton: "..."

-

The next day, Sienna Thornton went early to pick up Sylvia Langley from the old house.

The two of them spent the day shopping in the mall, and seeing that it was almost evening, Sienna Thornton became anxious about going home to cook for Simon Forrester, so she mentioned it to Sylvia Langley.

Upon hearing that they intended to cook at home, Sylvia Langley wanted to join them, saying that she didn’t have much appetite being around the elderly at the old house and wanted to have dinner with the younger folks.