Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 348 - 331: Young Mr. Ford Who Fears His Wife
While waiting at the red light, the friend driving turned around to talk to Simon Forrester and greeted Sienna Thornton. Noticing Sienna dressed casually, with a cute knitted hat on her head and her long hair hanging in front, her face now flushed, the friend smiled and asked Simon, "Is this really your wife? She doesn’t look a day over twenty."
Ever since confirming her relationship with Simon, Sienna no longer flirted with other men. Thus, when the friend complimented her for looking under twenty, she simply blushed and clung to Simon’s arm, acting like a bashful young wife.
Having just been praised for having a wife that looked under twenty, and now seeing his wife behave so obediently, Simon couldn’t help but boast, "You’re spot-on, she just turned eighteen."
With that, he burst into laughter.
The friend knew he was joking and went along, paying more compliments to Sienna.
The car sped along the left bank of Veridia, arriving at the wine region. En route lay an endless expanse of lush green vineyards and brick-yellow French chateau buildings.
Sienna gazed intently at the vast greenery, marveling, "This isn’t just an oxygen bar, it’s a natural eye massager. Looking at it along the way, my eyes feel so comfortable."
The friend driving chuckled and said, "Exactly, I’ve been here for years and no longer need my glasses for nearsightedness."
"Really! Looking at green is good for the eyes," Sienna said, "Back home, we had mountains, and I frequently visited them as a child, so I’ve never been nearsighted."
Detecting the two might continue chatting, Simon showed slight displeasure and nodded toward the friend, "Didn’t you have laser eye surgery after college for a government exam? Now you’re saying you came to Veridia, and looking at vineyards cured your nearsightedness? Why not say you could stay youthful in Veridia?"
The friend laughed heartily, "Just kidding!"
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The car drove along a path through the vineyards before finally entering the estate and stopping in front of a chateau.
Several formally-dressed white staff stood at the chateau’s entrance and approached as the car arrived.
Simon adjusted his dark gray wool coat and turned to Sienna, saying, "They’re from Château Latour. We’ll be staying in their guest chateau tonight. Just stay by my side and don’t be nervous."
Sienna made an OK gesture, "I know how to greet them, don’t worry about me."
Saying this, she held Simon’s hand and got out of the car with him. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Standing outside the car, the people approached speaking in French and shook hands with them. Sienna used the French she’d learned over the past few days to greet them.
They were ushered into the chateau.
The chateau was a typical medieval French one, with a Gothic-style high ceiling hall, walls adorned with Renaissance-style paintings and sculptures. The interior’s bold color design was vibrant, and even the carpet patterns were intricate.
After sitting for a while in the living room with Simon, Sienna was again surrounded and taken to the wine cellar by the French.
The cellar’s temperature was lower than ground level; unprepared, she was instantly chilled upon entry, feeling a dampness in her nasal cavity, and instinctively sniffed.
"Cold?" Simon began taking off his coat, "Here, wear it." He draped his wool coat over Sienna and was left in a cashmere white sweater.
"Won’t you be cold after giving me your coat?" Sienna asked.
He shook his head and whispered, "We’ll head up soon, it’s fine."
The scent of wine filled the air along their path, with the French leading them down a long corridor lined on both sides with oak barrels until reaching a room resembling a tasting room.
The room’s three walls were lined with red wine; the French handed Simon a thick wine list to review.
Simon flipped through a few pages and leaned down to tell Sienna, "Latour’s wine has a higher alcohol content, favored by domestic big shots who’d switch from high-proof liquor to red wine due to health reasons. For our wedding, probably catering to a hundred tables, roughly a thousand guests. Including elder uncles and one-third male guests, about one bottle each, we’ll need at least three hundred bottles."
Unaware of the Forrester Family’s guest list, Sienna said, "You can decide that."
"Alright." Just about to ask if she wanted to buy some to entertain or gift Quentin Thorne, Simon halted, realizing Sienna didn’t know Quentin was her biological father, and swallowed the words.
His original plan was to bring back good wine to impress Quentin, worried that Sienna might question why so much wine, hence he wanted to consult her first.
Fortunately, he held his tongue just in time, or he might have slipped.
Instead, he asked, "I was thinking of bringing back two hundred more bottles for gifts, what do you think?"
Sienna’s eyes twinkled, "How much is a bottle of this wine?"
Simon accepted a bottle of red wine from the friend and weighed it in his hand, "This is a 1998 vintage, priced at over twenty thousand per bottle."
Sienna calculated quickly, laughing, "So you’d be gifting four to five million?"
Understanding she felt it was expensive, Simon asked, "Then how about a hundred bottles?"
"Over two million..." Sienna showed reluctance, "I have to win several lawsuits to make that much; are you sure about spending lavishly like that?"
Simon was out of options and gave up, planning to airship them back once Sienna recognized Quentin, even if it meant extra air freight costs later.
The friend observed, his expression turning from disbelief to shock, wondering: Has Simon gone mad? As a top five diamond bachelor, why willingly find a woman to control him, having to report even buying a few bottles of wine? Reporting is one thing, but to be dismissed by a few words?
Is it really necessary?
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In the end, Simon picked several bottles of different vintages for the chateau staff to deliver to their room after dinner.
After touring the cellar, he took Sienna back to their room, while the friend negotiated wine transportation with the staff.
Returning to their room, having changed clothes, Sienna slumped on the sofa, the dampness in her nasal cavity unresolved, feeling weak and sensing a cold coming on.
Simon, having changed, sat beside her; she instinctively rested her head on his thigh, playing with his large hand for a while and asked, "Does it upset you that I didn’t let you buy the wine?"
Simon held his phone in one hand, checking emails, while habitually massaging her stiff shoulder and neck with the other, smiling, "Why would it? Not buying is fine."
Seeing him unperturbed, Sienna brightened up, tapping his chin with her finger, "Good boy! You were so rebellious before, now you’re becoming more obedient!"
"Rebellious?" Simon’s hand moved to pinch her cheek, "Isn’t that the wrong word? Am I of any age to be rebellious?"
Likely misunderstanding his personality, he ignored how defiant and unruly he was with his parents and grandfather, often doing the opposite and having a sharp tongue. Isn’t this the behavior of a rebellious old man?
Sienna, too lazy to correct him, raised her arms high, gently rubbing his cheeks, soothing him, "You’re not that old either, I’m eighteen, you’re at most just twenty!"
