Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 333 - 320: Sugar Plan

He tried to take a soft approach, but Sienna Thornton wasn’t keen on listening, and gestured for Simon Forrester to hang up the phone. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

After hanging up, Simon sat next to her. Before he could speak, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, a mix of anger and grievance in her voice: "Why does Partner Reed have to do this? It’s one thing for others not to understand the significance of this case to me, but why does he?"

Simon hugged her, comforting softly, "It’s not that he doesn’t understand, he just chose to save himself the trouble by letting you feel aggrieved."

"What a jerk!" Sienna cried out in mock sobs, reaching her limit.

Simon held her, kissed her temple, and laughed helplessly: "That’s why I’ve always told you, apart from me, every other man in the world is a jerk!"

Sienna buried her face in his chest, tugged at his shirt corners, and pretended to cry for a while, mumbling, "If Partner Reed calls about this again, just tell him the case is fully handed over to Rhonda. I’m not managing it anymore, nor getting involved. Tell him to stop bothering us!"

Simon was more than happy to oblige: "Alright."

After cuddling with Sienna for a bit, he released her: "Get your work done first, and we’ll rest early when you’re done."

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When they first started dating, Sienna and Simon planned for a month-long trip to Europe, originally intending to spend half a month in The Northlands and the other half in Westeria.

However, since Sylvia Langley suggested recently preparing a wedding dress and jewelry for Sienna in Franland, they changed their plans. Now, their first stop would be Franland, staying there for a week, then heading to Britione to revisit Simon’s old stomping grounds.

"After a week in Britione, we can head to The Northlands to see the aurora! One week in Norway and Nordvik! The last week of the vacation, we’ll buy watches in Alpenberg! Get your suits and shoes in Italora! But I must see the water city of Adria!"

At Capital Airport, eight in the morning, Sienna and Simon waited in the departure lounge to board their flight to Paris, Franland.

Wearing a down jacket, a knitted hat, and snow boots, Sienna held her handwritten itinerary, excitedly going over their month-long plans with Simon.

Simon, half-amused, half-exasperated, rubbed the white knitted hat on her head: "You already said this last night! I’m not some forgetful old man, why do you keep repeating it to me?"

"One more time to deepen the impression!" Sienna grinned foolishly, holding the itinerary, then turned to search for pictures of the hotels Simon had booked.

After searching for a while, she asked, "There’s no hotel for Lumeria, does that mean we’re staying at your mom’s place?"

"Yeah, she has a villa there. We’ll check it out first, and if it’s uncomfortable, we can book a hotel at the last minute."

Though Sienna had no current issues with Sylvia, Sylvia had a habit of lecturing and meddling in their private lives, even criticizing their eating habits, which was quite annoying.

Sienna wasn’t too happy about it.

Noticing her previous chatter stop abruptly, Simon turned his head to see: "You don’t like staying at my mom’s place?"

"I can tolerate it for a day or two, but don’t make me live with her for a whole week, or I’ll go crazy."

Simon laughed, pinching her chubby little face: "Haven’t even married yet and you’re already not getting along with your mother-in-law?"

"Do you get along with her?"

Simon laughed loudly without saying anything. This made Sienna a bit restless, as if she could foresee herself going crazy spending a week in Paris with Sylvia.

Just as she was feeling down, Simon, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly leaned over and kissed her cheek: "Alright, since you don’t like staying with my mom, we’ll head to The South of France once our business is done."

He made it sound as if he was accommodating her.

She pouted and looked over: "What’s in The South of France?"

"Selecting wine for the wedding banquet."

She pushed him: "You planned to go to The South of France from the start, didn’t you? Why didn’t you say earlier? You even accused me of not getting along with your mom!"

"Just remembered."

Seeing that Simon was being cheeky again, Sienna hit his arm angrily: "You’re fully healed now, feeling all mighty and being cheeky, aren’t you?"

She said this, turned around in anger, and faced away from him: "Don’t talk to me!"

Simon was just about to tease her again when the boarding gate announced it was time for passengers heading to Lumeria International Airport to board.

He stuffed his magazine into his backpack, just as he was about to reconcile with Sienna, but saw that she was already excitedly shouldering her backpack, calling out to him: "Let’s go!"

He shook his head, half amused and half exasperated. Her sulkiness never lasted long.

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The direct flight from Brimfield to Paris took eleven hours. Although Simon’s back injury had healed, sitting for long periods sometimes felt uncomfortable, so they booked first-class tickets.

Their seats were next to each other. In the small cabin, there were two seats that could turn into sofa beds about one meter wide, with a dim table lamp on the divider in the middle. The seats near the aisle had beige curtains that could be drawn.

Sienna placed her backpack on the divider, surveyed her surroundings with her eyes before sitting down.

"Is this a Hawthorne Family plane?" she asked.

Simon, adjusting his seat, looked up: "How did you know?"

Sienna pointed to the screen in front of the seat with her chin: "Stellair Airlines, isn’t it?"

Simon finished adjusting and sat down: "It is, and maybe Mrs. Hawthorne is piloting today."

"Jack Hawthorne’s wife is a pilot?" Sienna said, idly flipping through the promotional brochure by her seat. After flipping a few pages, she nudged Simon’s arm and held up the brochure for him to see, "Is this Mrs. Hawthorne? Captain Tang?"

Simon didn’t look, replying casually: "If it’s the lead female pilot with the same last name as you, then yes, it’s her."

"Wow." Sienna’s gossiping spirit was ignited, grasping Simon’s arm, she said, "His wife looks so cool! Short hair, very slim, looks quite dashing! They seem mismatched! I thought his wife would be a glamorous, actress-like heiress. Never expected her to be a pilot..."

Simon looked over but his gaze lingered not on the brochure she held, but on her face which looked even more babyish due to the knitted hat. He smiled: "Probably lots of people would say, ’Can you believe Simon Forrester’s wife is a lawyer?"

Sienna’s bright black eyes twinkled, "True, we seem mismatched too." After speaking, she stuck out her cute little tongue, sighing, "All love in the world can’t escape the ’fragrance law’!"

"What’s the ’fragrance law’?"

"It’s... hmm..." Sienna propped her chin, pondering a moment, "Let me give an example. When we first met, you were so cold to me, right? Like you were afraid I’d cling to you. But later, you fell for me first. That kind of feeling is called ’fragrant’."

Simon: "..."

Whether he didn’t understand or understood but had nothing to say, he remained silent for a while. After some time, he said self-mockingly, "You said you had a daughter. To me, it seemed you were afraid I’d cling to you first, right?"

Sienna smiled sheepishly, avoided his gaze, lowering her head to fiddle with her fingers: "Not exactly... just... wasn’t thinking of sparking with you back then..."

"Fine, guess I was too sentimental." He chuckled coldly, suddenly reaching over to pinch Sienna’s chubby cheek, bringing his face close, his bright amber eyes stared at her for a while, smiling mischievously, "Let me tell you, ours isn’t ’fragrant’ or ’stinky’, it’s the ’Sugar Plan’!"

Sienna batted away his hand, rubbed her cheek, and said disdainfully: "What Sugar Plan? I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

He raised his eyebrows slightly in a smile, withdrawing his hand, and sat back in his seat: "I’ll tell you tonight."