Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike

Chapter 753 - 724: Love Across Parallel Worlds [046]

The lights in the living room were still on at three in the morning. Sienna couldn’t stand it anymore, kicked the blanket aside, got out of bed, and opened the door.The door faced the sofa in the living room diagonally. Simon Forrester was lying on the sofa, a blanket under his feet and a pillow behind him, watching his tablet.

"Why aren’t you sleeping yet?" Sienna walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite him, "Is your work urgent?"

Seeing her come over, Simon quickly pulled his feet back, patted the seat beside him, and said with a smile, "Come sit here."

Recalling their first kiss on this sofa earlier that evening, she felt shy and embarrassed, her face turning red as she moved over.

Maybe because she just came from a soft bed, she suddenly felt this sofa was quite hard, not the soft leather sofa for home use, but more like the kind you find in a boss’s office or hotel lobby, thick and hard.

How could someone like Simon Forrester, who has always lived in luxury, withstand sleeping on such a sofa overnight? No wonder he couldn’t fall asleep until now.

Feeling both sorry and guilty, she asked softly, "Is it because the sofa’s uncomfortable that you can’t sleep?"

Simon smiled, "A bit, a standard room would fit better." Then, he asked, "Did you get up from sleep or can’t sleep as well?"

"I haven’t slept, can’t fall asleep."

"Not used to the bed?"

She knew she wasn’t uncomfortable with the bed but felt embarrassed to tell him it was because of him being awake that she couldn’t sleep. It was a feeling difficult to explain; she herself didn’t understand why his insomnia affected her.

If they kept this up, neither would sleep, and Simon still needed to drive back to the city at high speed tomorrow—not good if he hasn’t slept.

With a determined heart, she stood up and picked up his blanket, "Come sleep in the room, the bed is soft." Without waiting for his response, she headed back into the room with the blanket.

While she was setting up the bed, Simon turned off the living room light and came in.

His cheeks were red, standing by the bed watching her arrange the blankets. He suddenly smiled and asked, "Won’t two blankets be a bit cramped?"

"Not at all," Sienna lied with wide eyes, "I sleep poorly, might roll up the blanket. If you share a blanket with me, you might catch a cold."

Simon saw through but chose not to expose her, "Oh, really."

Once the bed was ready, she quickly got in, wrapping herself completely except for her head, blushing and not daring to look at him.

Simon chuckled, lifted the blanket to get in, but paused abruptly at the sight of several irregular marks on the white sheet.

Sienna glanced over, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, I’m just going to the washroom. You go ahead and sleep first."

"Okay."

She lay obediently in bed waiting for him, wanting to say goodnight once he came in. Waiting quite a while, she checked the time; it was already half-past three.

She started yawning, and in a sleepy haze, felt the mattress shift twice, followed by Simon’s pleasant scent wafting over.

Sienna murmured, "Did you eat something bad? Why take so long?"

Simon didn’t answer.

Soon after, blankets rustling quietly, he wrapped her in his arms.

Sienna instantly woke up, several blushing and heart-racing scenes flashed across her mind, recalling just hours earlier on this very bed...

She grew extremely tense, fearing he might repeat his actions, pushed against him several times to free herself from his embrace. He sensed it, turned off the room light, and held her tighter.

"Sleep, I’m tired," he whispered softly, followed by silence.

Held tightly, she remained alert for tens of minutes in the dark until she heard his steady breathing beside her, finally relaxing to sleep peacefully.

...

The next day, how she woke up was something she’d rather never remember again; she only recalled wanting to teleport away from the moment.

She couldn’t face Simon Forrester anymore.

Later, they went to see the sea of flowers. She wanted a photo surrounded by the heart-shaped floral sea, but to capture the panorama, the person assisting must climb onto a nearby stone sculpture and crouch in a rather silly posture for the shot.

Watching other girls taking photos, she initially considered it but felt Simon wouldn’t do such things. So, she kept quiet.

Unexpectedly, Simon asked if she wanted that kind of shot. Naturally, she said yes, and before anything else, Simon climbed onto a pig-shaped stone sculpture, crouching on its back, pulling out a DSLR, signaling her to quickly pose for the photo.

Simon wore a double-breasted winter suit, a French shirt, tie, a dark woolen coat, appearing dignified and elegant, accentuating a mismatch with the rural surroundings. At that moment, crouching on a pig statue taking pictures for her looked hilariously absurd. Someone might’ve already taken a photo to submit to a humor blog.

Sienna burst into laughter, erasing the awkwardness from waking up, leaving several radiant smiling photos.

On the way back, recalling Simon’s demeanor utterly contradictory to his image, Sienna concluded this had to be a well-fed man willing to do anything!

...

They both slept late the night before, woke up near noon the next day, fiddled around for a moment, checked out, then visited the flower sea around afternoon. After viewing flowers and taking some pictures, they hit the highway by dusk.

Traveling is exhausting, even a brief two-day one-night trip without long treks, always riding in a car, staying in a presidential suite, yet Sienna found it tiring, more so than traveling far.

Later, she fell asleep in the car and woke to find Simon turned facing her with a smile on his lips.

She immediately caught his deep gaze, stiffened in surprise, sat upright, and scanned the surroundings.

They had reached home.

The car was running, headlights off, parked outside the courtyard wall.

Gathering herself, her voice drowsy from sleep, "I’ll be heading in. Be careful driving back."

Her hand barely touched the door handle before Simon pulled her into his embrace.

He lowered his head to kiss her, holding her close, whispering, "I’ve been really happy these last two days. I don’t want to leave you."

His voice hoarse from hours of silence, sounding particularly magnetic, warmly swept through her heart.

Heat rose in her soul, caught in a passionate fervor.

She admitted her feelings for him—strong liking—despite the awkwardness and confusion over what happened last night and this morning, small happiness floated inside her heart.

Her arms lightly wrapped around his waist, she lifted her face to give him a peck and then buried it back into his embrace, softly saying, "I’m happy too."

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"Knock, knock, knock..."

The car window rattled rhythmically three times.

Returning to her senses, Sienna glanced at the driver’s side window. After several seconds, she sprang away from Simon like an alarmed bird...