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

Chapter 726 - 697: Love in a Parallel Universe [019]

The man’s hand under the table gently grasped hers, his thumb softly stroking the skin on the back of her hand. Then, he reversed his grip, interlocking their fingers tightly, gradually tightening.His palm was warm and dry, with a light callus. Initially, he only gently held her delicate and boneless hand, touching it, his finger pad repeatedly stroking the back of her hand, her palm. Slowly, his hand moved upward, reaching her wrist, using his thumb pad to stroke the softest skin on the inside of her forearm.

She was scorched by the heat of his palm and instinctively tried to withdraw her hand but failed.

He held her hand tightly.

She was startled and looked up at him.

His hand under the table entwined with her fingers, yet he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor on the surface, looking out the window with an unmoved expression.

She stared at him blankly...

After a moment, he turned his face to look at her and said, "It’s snowing."

She came back to her senses and turned her head to look out the window.

A snowflake drifted down in front of her, followed by two, three...

She murmured, "This year’s first snow."

The man reached out and gently wrapped her arm, pulling her half body into his embrace.

She didn’t refuse, resting her face against his chest.

Perhaps this was the closest she’d ever been to Simon Forrester in her life, and the only time.

His embrace was warm and secure, with a faint scent of spruce, just like the feeling in her dreams.

This was the embrace she had longed for day and night.

"Annie..." he lowered his eyes, calling her nickname softly.

"Hmm?"

"I really like you."

The next moment, his warm lips touched her forehead, giving a gentle kiss.

Her whole body stiffened, unable to muster any strength to refuse.

Gradually, he cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking her delicate skin, slightly bending his head, kissing her brow and cheek.

Then, he paused at the corner of her lips.

He released her, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Our first kiss..." he said hoarsely, "let’s save it for next time."

Her mind was blank, her hands unconsciously tightening around his waist, burying her face in his chest.

He held her, laughing softly by her ear, "On the day of the first snow in 2016, I confessed to you. Remember?"

She nodded dumbly.

"So," he suddenly became serious and earnest, "Miss Sienna Thorne, may I ask if you are willing to become Mr. Simon Forrester’s girlfriend and date with marriage as a premise?"

She suddenly snapped out of it, breaking away from his embrace, sitting upright. Her hands tucked her slightly disheveled long hair behind her ear. Clearing her throat, she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him: "Last month, my salary after tax was less than ten thousand, not enough for you to drink two glasses of red wine, we..."

He laughed and pulled her back into his arms, kissed her shiny black hair, and softly said: "No worries, I’ll earn money for you to spend... everything’s yours."

She finally laughed, and while laughing, tears fell, hiding in his arms, she whimpered, asking, "Then will you give me your salary card?"

"Yes."

Feeling the dampness on his chest, he smiled and gently patted her back to comfort her: "Alright, don’t cry; others might think I’m bullying you."

She swung her small fist to hit his chest, disregarding that his shirt being ruined by her tears and snot cost months of her salary, softly accusing, "You bad guy! Why didn’t you say anything last night, leaving me upset all night..."

He was amused and helpless, "Confessing in the car isn’t romantic enough, so I held off for another night."

He didn’t tell her that he originally hadn’t planned to confirm the relationship so soon, hoping to slowly get closer, deepen their feelings over time, and give her an unforgettable confession to remember her acceptance as a princess years later.

As it turns out, she suddenly went on a blind date last night and then confessed to him in the car, forcing him to quickly adjust his plans. Thankfully, today’s first snow saved him, otherwise, his confession would’ve been devoid of ceremony.

Thousands of words boiled down to one sentence: "I like you too much, wanting all our firsts to become unforgettable memories for a lifetime."

She sobbed in his arms, her little shoulders trembling non-stop, he embraced her tight, continuously kissed her hair, comforting her.

They spent an entire afternoon just watching this year’s first snow.

Sienna rested her head on Simon’s shoulder, the two of them chatting in hushed tones.

She had so many curiosities about Simon, and an entire afternoon wasn’t enough to ask them all; no matter what she asked, Simon patiently answered her.

During this time, she went to the restroom several times, and each time Simon considerately waited outside for her, holding her bag.

Simon also suggested going to watch a movie, but she refused, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face in his neck, occasionally chatting, occasionally quietly watching the first snow.

"Have you watched the first snow with any other girls before?" she asked.

"No." He laughed, "This is the first time I’ve sat for hours watching the snow."

She was relentless: "Then why did you choose to confess to me during the first snow?"

"Last night, on my way home, I heard on the radio that there would be the first snow today, saying..."

"Saying what?" She shook his waist.

He laughed, hugging her tighter: "It said that watching the first snow together with someone you like, all declarations of love would succeed, all lies would be forgiven; and couples who watch the first snow together would live happily ever after."

She covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes smiling.

"You know a lot, did you also specially choose a time when confessing to your ex-girlfriend?"

As soon as she asked this, she wanted to bite her tongue off.

Why bring that up for no reason? Just adding to her own troubles.

The atmosphere became subtle and a bit awkward. Simon didn’t speak. Sienna quickly tried to find a topic to ease the awkwardness. He tightened his embrace around her body, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead, laughing: "No ex-girlfriends, only liked you, only confessed to you."

Goodness!

Sienna didn’t believe him, struggling to sit up, curiously looking at him, glancing left and right, softly saying: "Impossible, you’re handsome and talented, impossible no girls liked you..."

He laughed heartily, pulling her back into his embrace: "It’s me who didn’t like them."

That meant she was the most special existence in his life so far.

She was extremely satisfied, tapping his chin with her fingertip, blushing, she asked, "Then why do you like me?"

"Because you are kind, adorable."

"And?"

"Very special."

...

Simon didn’t drink any wine in the end because he would take Sienna for dinner later.

Sienna said that on the day of the first snow, she had to eat hot pot, so he took her to The Imperial Hot Pot to eat lamb hotpot.

The hotpot was blazing, eating it opened Sienna’s appetite, leaving her thoroughly satisfied.

Before nine o’clock, Simon sent her home, reasoning that even though she now has a boyfriend, she shouldn’t stay out too late to worry her family.

She giggled and argued with him, saying, "Girls have such little freedom. Before marriage, dads set curfews; after marriage, husbands set curfews. When can I go out overnight freely?"

Simon focused on driving and replied, "When I’m deceased."

She quickly spat three times: "Innocence of the tongue, innocence of the tongue, may Heaven protect my Simon and grant him long life!"

He laughed, asking knowingly: "Who is Simon?"

"It’s the stage name I gave you."

"So when can I debut?"

"You’ve already debuted in my heart! My heart is your stage, start your performance!"

She was fluent in cheesy love talk, amusing him so much that he laughed heartily, alleviating much of the pressure from his projects.

.

The two of them drove the entire way buried in each other, Simon skillfully parked the car at the entrance of the Thorne Family as he pulled the handbrake, and the mood suddenly became melancholic.

He turned to hug her, kissing her hair: "You didn’t sleep well last night, and you didn’t rest during the day. Go to bed early tonight."

Her nose started to feel sore again: "You too."

"Yes, I’ll call you when I get home."

"Okay."

They reluctantly parted ways, Simon got out of the car to open the passenger door for Sienna, watching her enter the yard.