Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 287 - 283: White Moonlight

Sylvia Langley touched her burning cheek, staring blankly at Zane Forrester. After a moment, she screamed, "You hit me? How dare you hit me?!"

Zane Forrester apparently just realized what he had done, looked down at his hand, and by the time he looked up again, Sylvia Langley had already dashed out of the restaurant.

The guests present were taken aback, feeling quite awkward, especially the Sinclair Family, who looked utterly disappointed.

Old Master Forrester’s face showed concern. He sighed deeply and patted Zane Forrester’s arm, "Go get her back. It’s too late, and if something happens to her, you’ll regret it."

Zane Forrester gritted his teeth, his face still bearing the harshness from just now. "Don’t bother with her!"

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"Article 14, paragraph 2 of the Convention on Contracts for the International Sale of Goods stipulates that ’If one’s actions cause a third party...’"

Sienna Thornton sat in the small conference room, one elbow resting on the table, a pen in the other hand, writing and drawing on a copy of the case file as she spoke.

Rochelle Linwood nodded, taking notes earnestly. Sitting across, Aurora Buckley was flipping through the case file.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the glass door of the small conference room. Aurora Buckley looked up and saw Simon Forrester, went over to open the door, "Mr. Forrester, you’re here to pick up Lawyer Thornton from work?"

Simon Forrester smiled, glanced at Sienna Thornton, who didn’t even raise her head, and lowered his voice, "Am I interrupting you?"

"Not at all, please come in!" Aurora Buckley stepped aside, and after Simon Forrester entered, she closed the door.

Simon Forrester placed the bag he was holding on a nearby table and took out its contents one by one. The food he had packed was still steaming, and he invited Aurora Buckley over to eat first.

Aurora Buckley didn’t hesitate. It was already after eight o’clock, and she was starving. She slid the wheeled chair over.

Simon Forrester sat down on one side of the conference table, watching Sienna Thornton work with Rochelle Linwood.

"The ideal approach is to sign a tripartite agreement to clarify the agency relationship and responsibilities, helping the import agent protect themselves from risks..." Sienna Thornton spoke fluently about the case, "Write all of this down, and later organize it into a document to send to the clients, so they know how to avoid risks in the future."

Rochelle Linwood nodded, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she recorded everything Sienna Thornton instructed.

Only then did Sienna Thornton put down her pen, moved her neck from side to side, straightened her upper body, stretched her waist hard, and got up to move her muscles a bit around the office.

Only then did Simon Forrester notice her feet under the light blue fitted shirt and light gray high-waisted knee-length skirt—she was wearing a pair of flat slippers.

The shirt and skirt were custom-made according to her figure, perfectly wrapping her delicate frame in every detail.

Her outfit was very professional, very aggressive, yet the pink slippers on her feet were somewhat out of place, but also quite cute.

It must be because wearing high heels is too tiring.

Simon Forrester chuckled, saying, "I brought some food over, come eat quickly, or it’ll get cold."

Sienna Thornton, with her hands on her hips, twisting her body, answered without looking back, "Okay, I’m coming. You eat first too, Rochelle."

"Alright." Rochelle Linwood continued to let her fingers dance across the keyboard.

Sienna Thornton finished stretching, turned around, and with a smile, walked up to Simon Forrester, "Why so early? I thought you’d finish at least after ten."

Simon Forrester looked at her, remembering the bizarre incident at "The Imperial Court Club," his expression subtly complex for a moment, but he quickly tucked it away, pulling her to sit down, naturally massaging her sore, stiff shoulders and neck, "Everyone just had a meal together. The earlier we start, the earlier we finish."

He continued, "You sit down, and I’ll get the dinner for you."

As he was just about to turn, Rochelle Linwood and Aurora Buckley had already moved all the food from the side to the conference table. Rochelle Linwood even thoughtfully helped by breaking apart chopsticks and setting up disposable utensils for Sienna Thornton. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A large portion of seafood risotto was before her, with a big lobster and several clams on top, along with fragrant grilled beef tongue, spicy hot pot fragrant chicken, and braised pork knuckles— all Sienna Thornton’s favorite meats.

She was practically drooling at the sight. Loving spicy and heavily savory food, after a whole day of hard work, this spread, enjoyed with her beloved and two lovely old colleagues, was the best thing ever.

Though just cooking and eating at home with Simon Forrester felt good, eating together now with Aurora Buckley and Rochelle Linwood, the lively atmosphere was also quite nice.

Everyone ate and chatted, mostly about work-related topics, and Simon Forrester couldn’t contribute much to the conversation. He just listened, smiling, occasionally refilling Sienna Thornton’s water and peeling lobster meat for her.

Sienna Thornton scooped too much risotto, or maybe the hot weather affected her appetite. She couldn’t finish it, so she pushed it in front of Simon Forrester, playfully saying, "Oh, I’m too full; there’s still half left. You help me finish it."

Possibly due to being quite frugal earlier, she’s never developed the habit of wasting food. Whenever she can’t finish her meal, Simon Forrester always ends up cleaning up.

Simon Forrester smiled, saying nothing, took her leftover rice, and placed the fruit salad on the side in front of her, "Then have some fruit."

Sitting opposite, Aurora Buckley and Rochelle Linwood chuckled, with Aurora Buckley teasing, "Lawyer Thornton gave all her food to Mr. Forrester. Is she trying to make him gain weight so he won’t attract any little girls outside?"

"Huh?" Sienna Thornton sipped on lemon tea, glancing sideways at Simon Forrester, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingering on the pectoral muscles under his white shirt, "If I make him gain weight, indeed, his appeal might lessen. But then, I won’t get any eye candy. This kind of thing is tough to handle."

Aurora Buckley joked, "Then bulk up a bit in summer, when clothes show the figure more, and work on the figure in winter when clothes are thick, to enjoy the view at home!"

Sienna Thornton nodded frequently, giving a thumbs-up to Aurora Buckley.

Simon Forrester chuckled.

They were merely chatting, laughing for a while, and then the conversation shifted elsewhere.

Simon Forrester, who had prepared a dinner for Rhonda Wagner, hadn’t seen her around, so he asked, "Where’s Rhonda?"

Aurora Buckley replied, "Rhonda? She said her first love’s having a second baby and went back to Southwood."

Simon Forrester: "...Her first love’s having a second child, and she’s back for what? To be their nanny?"

Sienna Thornton: "A girl loved since high school for over a decade. The girl having a baby is like a foot into the ghost gate, you know, Rhonda’s bound to be nervous."

Aurora Buckley: "Lawyer Thornton, you weren’t here a few days ago. On Monday, Rhonda told me anxiously that she would go back home this weekend to see her first love, saying the girl’s due date was next Tuesday, and she must be there when she gives birth!"

Simon Forrester: "...Then why did she go back early?"

Aurora Buckley: "The girl gave birth early."

Simon Forrester: "..."

Sienna Thornton: "If I were Rhonda’s current girlfriend, I’d be so stifled. There’s always a white moonlight, and all the current ones become like squashed mosquito blood on the wall."

As she said this, her eyes darted towards Simon Forrester.

Simon Forrester sensed a hint of discontent in her gaze, immediately tensing every nerve in his body.

Sure enough, on the way home, Sienna Thornton unexpectedly asked, "Who’s the white moonlight in your heart?"

Her question wasn’t, "Is there a white moonlight in your heart?" Asking like that, the respondent’s mind only needs one step of processing to promptly and firmly say, "No!"

She asked, "Who is the red mole in your heart," a question so sudden, and needing a two-step mental reaction process, that generally, to lie, one needs several seconds to react; those with straightforward minds, or who aren’t good liars, might subconsciously blurt out the truth.

She probably wanted to gauge from Simon Forrester’s response time to the question whether he lied, but Simon Forrester disappointed her.