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

Chapter 751 - 722: Love in a Parallel Universe [044]

Sienna Thorne got into the car and immediately called Maeve to explain the situation. Maeve candidly admitted that she was still short by two million and needed some time to think.After hanging up, Simon Forrester jokingly said that if Maeve couldn’t really gather the money, he could invest in Sienna Thorne’s name and the shares would be counted as hers.

Sienna Thorne was a bit tempted and almost agreed, but thinking that she and Simon Forrester were just in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, she thought she shouldn’t take advantage of him like this, so she didn’t agree in the end.

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Because they had a big meal at lunch, Sienna Thorne wasn’t really hungry in the evening. Simon Forrester took her to have some noodle soup and, worried she might get hungry later, bought some fruit, milk, and snacks before driving off to find a hotel.

The best hotel here was the South Bay Hotel located in the city center, which was only four stars. Simon Forrester, accustomed to ultra-five-star hotels, was not very satisfied. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to take Sienna Thorne to see the flower fields the next day, he even felt the urge to drive back to Brimfield overnight to stay in a better hotel.

After parking the car in the hotel’s ground parking lot, Simon Forrester carried two travel bags in one hand and held Sienna Thorne’s hand with the other, heading towards the hotel lobby.

Sienna Thorne walked with her head down, blushing and feeling awkward along the way.

Noticing her tension, Simon Forrester smiled and softly asked, "Last time in London, we also went to a hotel together. You didn’t seem this nervous."

"That was a business trip; this time is different..."

"Yes, it’s different."

Simon Forrester smiled thoughtfully, said nothing more, and led her to the hotel front desk.

Front Desk: "Good evening, sir and madam. What kind of room do you need?"

Simon Forrester: "The most expensive room, please."

Front Desk: "Hello, sir. The presidential suite is twenty-two hundred a day. Do you need one room?"

Simon Forrester didn’t answer and looked down at Sienna Thorne.

She was blushing, biting her lower lip, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Simon Forrester tightened their clasped hands a bit and said to the front desk, "We’ll take the presidential suite." After speaking, he took out his ID card and bank card from his wallet.

The front desk received them and said, "I’ll need the lady’s ID as well."

Simon Forrester asked, "Can’t I register with just my ID?"

The front desk hesitated, "I’m sorry, sir, it’s against our policy."

"Hold on, let us discuss it." Simon Forrester said, leading Sienna Thorne to a seating area.

"Is it okay if we register together?" he asked with extra consideration, "Will your dad check on these things?"

Sienna Thorne shook her head, "He won’t, it’s fine." Then she took out her ID and handed it to Simon Forrester.

Simon Forrester looked at her for a moment, then returned the ID to her, lowering his voice, "Just to be safe, maybe you shouldn’t register. Wait for me by the elevator; I’ll join you after I complete the check-in."

"Okay."

Simon Forrester led Sienna Thorne to wait by the elevator and returned to the front desk to complete the check-in. The front desk, understanding the situation, reminded him per protocol and quickly provided the key card.

Simon Forrester held the small card, feeling a hidden excitement, and met Sienna Thorne by the elevator. Neither said much, each lost in their own thoughts as they entered the elevator, looking natural on the surface.

The presidential suite was on the top floor of the hotel. Once out of the elevator, they were greeted by luxurious carpets and slightly reddish furniture and doors.

Simon Forrester carried the luggage in one hand, held the card in the other, and quickly found the room following the signs.

With a "beep," the door lock opened.

Simon Forrester pushed the door open, inserted the card into the slot, and turned on the lights, illuminating the entire room.

He glanced around, stepped out to the doorway, and took Sienna Thorne’s hand: "Come in."

Sienna Thorne’s face could fry an egg—it was that hot and red, her heart racing at an alarming rate, making her seem adorable yet dazed.

Simon Forrester chuckled and ruffled her hair, gently comforting her, "Don’t be nervous, I gave you my word."

With her head down, she softly murmured, "Okay," and followed him into the room.

It was a suite, very spacious, with a living room outside and a bedroom and bathroom inside.

Simon Forrester placed the luggage bags on the sofa while Sienna Thorne took the fruit and milk to the bar, found two pairs of disposable cotton slippers, put on one herself, and brought the other to the sofa for Simon Forrester to change into.

While Simon Forrester changed into slippers, she went to pull the curtains behind the sofa. It was a floor-to-ceiling window, offering a view of the nightscape of South Bay City Center.

The nightscape of a small town was nothing spectacular, but feeling extremely awkward, she had no choice but to stand there pretending to admire it.

After a while, she sensed Simon Forrester approaching her. Immediately, the scarf around her neck was gently pulled.

"The room has heating, why not take off the scarf and coat?" Simon Forrester stood behind her, circled her scarf once, took it off, and placed it on the sofa behind them.

Then, he gently held her shoulders, turning her to face him, and placed his hands on the zipper of her coat.

A warm sensation spread between them, their breaths intermingling.

She swallowed and, a few seconds later, pressed down on his hands, "It’s okay, I don’t feel hot."

Simon Forrester withdrew his hands with a smile, "Do you want to take a shower first?" His voice, no longer as clear as usual, sounded husky and weighted.

"Oh, okay." She clutched her zipper and hurried into the room, closing the door behind her.

Once the door was shut, she leaned against it, breathing heavily, her mind too heated to take in the room’s decor, and in a daze, she hung her coat on a hanger and dashed into the bathroom.

But only after wetting her hair did she realize she hadn’t brought any toiletries, nor any change of clothes or towels—they were all outside on the sofa with the luggage!

Sienna Thorne felt like crying!

She stood in the bathroom scolding herself for a full five minutes. At first, she thought of using the hotel’s toiletries but then remembered that even if she made do with a shower, she’d have no towel to dry off. Reluctantly, she wrapped her wet hair with a hotel bath towel, walked to the bathroom door, opened a crack, and peered outside.

The bedroom door was still closed, and there were no signs of Simon Forrester’s belongings. He was likely still in the living room.

She wanted to smack herself in frustration.

She hadn’t brought any outdoor clothes, and her current damp state made putting her old clothes back on impossible. And there was no way she was letting the hotel’s used robes and towels touch her skin...

Awkward.

Crouching by the bathroom door, she called out "Simon Forrester" twice, but the door’s soundproofing was too good; Simon Forrester, still in the living room, couldn’t hear her.

Out of options, she tiptoed out of the bathroom, parted the bedroom door slightly, and called out "Simon Forrester" twice more.

This time, Simon Forrester heard her and approached from the living room, instinctively ready to open the door, but was blocked by her behind it.

He immediately withdrew his hand and gently asked, "What’s wrong?"