Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 307 - 296: Weekend at the Old Residence (Part 3)

Chapter 307: Chapter 296: Weekend at the Old Residence (Part 3)

Sienna Thornton is currently standing in the living room.

The ceiling is adorned with Republican-style copper chandeliers. Looking down, the small living room is furnished with a 3+1+1 set of Republican redwood leather sofas with a diamond pattern on the backrests. The leather is brown, and the coffee table matches the same color. Underneath the coffee table is a carpet in the same color scheme as the furniture, with dark floral patterns.

She walks inside, and Simon Forrester stands at the door, turning on the lights one by one.

In the bedroom, there is also a Republican-style redwood double bed, with a diamond-patterned leather headboard, covered with a clean goose yellow four-piece set.

Moreover, the nightstands, wardrobe, and dressers are all matching Republican-style furniture. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The bookshelves and desk chairs in the study are the same.

Sienna Thornton gently strokes the delicate and smooth surface of the dresser with her fingertip, looking back at Simon Forrester, and exclaims, "All your furniture in this house are Republican antiques!"

Simon Forrester smiles, closes the door, and removes his shoes and socks at the door to change into slippers: "Republican furniture lasts in wood, but if they were leather, they’d have fallen apart by now."

He shuffles in with his slippers, opens the wardrobe, and takes out the gray cotton robe hanging inside, laughing, "But this furniture is indeed over twenty years old, made by a master craftsman in the early nineties. The master was already making furniture during the Republican era."

In the early nineties, shortly after transitioning from a planned economy to a market economy, while private demand for goods was in an active state, they were willing to spend big money on items that were not necessities at the time, like washing machines, radios, and sewing machines. And the Forrester family’s extent was clearly at the forefront of consumption, spending a large amount to create this set of top-quality, Republican-style furniture for a grandson not even ten years old.

"Your family is really lavish!" Sienna Thornton marveled at the top-quality furniture in the room, "Back in the nineties, we were still struggling to get enough to eat in our hometown! We could only eat rice on festive occasions, and usually, we had all kinds of mush."

Simon Forrester, standing by the bench at the foot of the bed, was taking off his shirt while asking, "What is mush?"

"For example, sweet potato flour. You need to grind the raw sweet potato in water, then dry the extracted essence to sell at the market. The remaining sweet potato skins, still clinging to some pulp, we dried, peeled, and used the pulp to cook and eat, which was very fibrous and tough to eat, haha..."

Simon Forrester had never eaten such things, or even heard of them. In his circles, sweet potatoes were always baked with cheese or made into all kinds of desserts.

But he could imagine that "very fibrous" feeling, indeed a bit coarse.

Seeing Sienna Thornton enjoying herself, he turned and touched her cheek, smiling indulgently, "I wondered how you stayed so fit and never got sick, stronger than me, growing up eating such wild things! Sweet potato fiber is great! It’s good for the intestines!"

"True." Sienna giggled, "That’s why I never get constipated, unlike you, constantly constipated."

Simon Forrester: "..."

He was kindly comforting her, yet she turned it around, bluntly airing out such private matters.

Simon Forrester didn’t want to talk to her anymore. If he did, she’d probably mention his hemorrhoids next.

To someone as elegant and proper as him, this kind of topic felt very embarrassing.

He took off his pants, intending to shower, while Sienna Thornton was picking up his dirty clothes from the bench at the foot of the bed, and followed him, saying, "Hey, when are you going to get that hemorrhoid sorted out? Modern diets are too refined. Next time my mom goes back home, I’ll have her bring back some sweet potato shreds for us to make porridge..."

It’s truly saying what he was trying to avoid. His scalp tingled, and he slipped into the bathroom while she wasn’t looking.

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After showering, Simon Forrester came out to see Sienna Thornton leaning against the bookshelf reading.

Simon Forrester was drying his hair and walked over, seeing that she was reading a philosophy book, he chuckled, "Are you interested in philosophy?"

She raised the book, and with the whole bookshelf full of books on architecture, said, "Not interested, this is just the only one I understand."

Having said that, she put the book back and carried her clothes into the bathroom.

Simon Forrester chuckled, pulled out a hairdryer from the bag, quickly drying his hair, changed into a clean and comfortable T-shirt and pajama pants, and sat on the sofa, planning to dry Sienna’s hair when she came out from the shower.

Usually, Sienna would take half an hour in the shower, but today she was out in less than twenty minutes. Seeing her head wrapped in a rabbit ear headband, Simon Forrester asked, "You didn’t wash your hair tonight?"

"No, I’m a bit tired, I’ll wash it tomorrow."

"Alright." Simon Forrester got up and put away the hairdryer.

Sienna Thornton wore a pink sleeveless cotton nightdress, feet in Simon’s matching pink slippers, shuffled in, and collapsed straight onto the big, soft bed, sprawled across with her face buried in the blanket, muttering, "I didn’t even do anything today! So why do I feel so tired?!"

Simon Forrester turned off the other lights in the room, leaving only a small night light on the bedside and also laid down on the bed.

He lifted the little head buried in the blanket, kissed her raised lips, and smiled, "Nerves, maybe?"

"Yeah," Sienna snuggled into his arms, "It’s always more comfortable in our own little home."

Simon Forrester held her close, his fingers gently rubbing her slender shoulder, comforting, "We’ll head back after lunch tomorrow."

Though both were tired, neither felt sleepy, so they lay in bed chatting.

Sienna glanced around the structure of the entire East Wing through the small bedroom night light and thought of Old Master Forrester’s serious post-dinner instructions, considering, "I think this room doesn’t need any more renovations, it’s great as it is. Just add a dressing table for me."

"Grandpa means once the room is ready, we’ll have our wedding. So when should I get that dressing table for you?"

Sienna didn’t respond.

She felt things were good as they were, plus Simon Forrester’s parents hadn’t accepted her yet. Marrying at this time seemed unwise. However, Old Master Forrester’s urgency made her feel a bit of pressure.

Simon Forrester’s usual teasing about marriage could be dealt with lightheartedly, but the elder’s repeated mentions made her feel guilty.

This feeling wasn’t pleasant.

While Sienna was lost in thought, she suddenly felt someone being a bit mischievous. Annoyed, she pushed him, "Time to sleep!"

"I’m going to sleep too."

"Then behave yourself!"

"Just ignore me..."

"Then don’t cling to me, it’s too hot..."

***Sweet Daily Life***