Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 314 - 302: Let’s Get Married

When Simon Forrester first woke up, the hospital room was completely empty.

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, didn’t know the current date, or even where he was.

He found that he couldn’t remember many things; his mind was a bit chaotic.

He searched the room for that slender, tall figure and the face he still thought about before the fall. But she wasn’t there; there was no trace of Sienna Thornton in the room, which left him feeling a little lost, like an abandoned child unable to find their mother, vulnerable and helpless.

His gaze continued to search every corner of the room, and finally, he saw that familiar travel bag on the sofa and those familiar high heels on the floor, which immediately calmed him down. He lay in bed, quietly waiting for her to appear.

When he saw her come out of the bathroom, wearing familiar pajamas and with a swollen face, he felt everything settle.

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Since Simon Forrester could only drink water and eat 4-6 hours later, Sienna Thornton hadn’t eaten either. She let the nurse come in to change the IV bag and then switched off the light, lying down on the adjacent companion bed.

Simon Forrester, just waking up, wasn’t sleepy. Sienna Thornton had to offer him water at 2 a.m., so she too stayed awake.

One lay on the slightly elevated hospital bed, and the other lay on the companion bed right next to it, hands tightly clasped, never letting go.

Sienna Thornton gradually calmed down and began considering Simon Forrester’s daily routine after his injury for the next month: "The doctor said you need to stay in bed for at least two to three weeks. Do you want to go back to Brimfield, or stay here for now?"

"Let’s go back," Simon’s voice was hoarse, "It’s more comfortable at home; staying in the hospital just doesn’t feel right."

"Okay. I’ll ask Harrison Rowe to arrange it, shall we drive back? No need to fly."

"Okay."

Recalling how Harrison Rowe said Simon Forrester insisted before his coma that they shouldn’t inform the Forrester Family, Sienna Thornton asked again, "Are you sure you don’t want your grandfather and parents to know?"

Simon Forrester made a sound of agreement: "If the old folks find out, they can’t handle it physically. It’s nothing serious, I know my own body."

Sienna Thornton said nothing more, implicitly agreeing with Simon Forrester’s decision.

Their held hands remained tightly together as the room fell silent for a while.

In the dark, Simon Forrester suddenly chuckled and asked, "When you got the call and found out I was hurt, were you very scared?"

Recalling everything from today, Sienna Thornton held her breath, her throat tightened, feeling low: "Yes, I was terrified. I was even prepared for you to be paralyzed for the rest of your life."

"If I really was paralyzed, what would you do?"

Sienna Thornton didn’t answer, instead, she countered with a question: "What would you want me to do?"

Simon laughed, but it was a bitter laugh: "I’d hope you could find another man who loves you, get married, have children, and live a happy life."

Hearing this, Sienna Thornton felt like she couldn’t breathe, her throat tight and a weight pressing on her chest, it was painful.

She wanted to cry.

Just the thought of letting go of Simon’s hand, being with another man who would take Simon’s place and do the things Simon did for her, such an image was enough to kill her.

She lay there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling intensely, then suddenly tears streamed down her face, her voice cracked yet determined: "I don’t want to... even if you’re gone... I’ll never find someone else!"

Simon Forrester didn’t know what to say for a moment; his throat was tight, his nasal cavity constricted, eyes moist.

The small hand held tightly by his big hand slipped away.

He heard rustling from the companion bed, followed by the sound of slippers meeting the floor, moving from the companion bed side to the other side of the hospital bed.

He knew she was coming over.

He extended his arm.

The next moment, she lay in the hospital bed, resting her head on his arm, her face buried in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his waist, carefully curling up on the edge of the bed.

"Once you’re better," she said softly, "let’s have a child."

When she said this, her voice was steady, without any surge of impulsiveness.

This decision wasn’t made in just a moment; she had thought about it on the plane in the afternoon.

In the uncertainty of his survival, such a thought was almost a luxury but not unattainable.

She said, "Before you came out of the operating room, I had already decided, if anything happened to you, I would seek your parents’ consent to use medical methods to have our child." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

With a child, even if he were gone in the future, she could carry on with their child, with her love for him, have a sense of purpose, continue steadfastly and resolutely through her life.

The courage she possessed resembled exactly that of when Melinda Linton gave birth to her.

All because she loved that man so much, that even if they were separated, even knowing the hard road of being a single mother, she wanted to leave behind a child belonging to the love of her life.

Though her childhood was tough, she never blamed Melinda Linton for bringing her into this world to suffer. Grateful for the life Melinda gave her, she had always pursued one unwavering goal — to change her fate, to be worthy of the hardships Melinda endured in giving birth to her and raising her.

That’s why she never wallowed in self-pity, never gave up on herself; that’s why she achieved everything she had today.

She lived with a reverence for life, and after falling in love with Simon Forrester, after the accident with Simon, she knew clearly — she wanted her beloved man’s life to continue.

She held the silent Simon Forrester and murmured, "I’m having your child; how could I ever go find another man to marry?"

Simon Forrester still didn’t speak, but she felt a trace of wetness from the facial skin pressed against his.

He cried.

He, a grown man, cried like a child.

In truth, he feared disappearing too.

When he was falling, his mind had but one thought — if he died, what would happen to the old and young at home?

The old one placed great hopes on him; if he were gone, it would take half their life away too, wouldn’t it?

The young one was so beautiful, nurtured and cared for so tenderly; if he were gone, would there be another man who loved her like he did? Likely there wouldn’t be. He was the most her man, no one could love her more... If the next man bullied her, hurt her, he’d probably be so angry he’d jump out of his coffin, wouldn’t he?

After he lost consciousness, these were the things his mind was consumed with; in his dreams, his heart was burdened, and it was still her that he couldn’t let go of.

He thought of her, he longed for her, clung to his last breath, battling the pain in his brain, telling himself he must not die! His girl was waiting for him to return! He must not die!

In the end, he survived.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was so emotional he nearly cried.

As long as he was alive, everything held the potential for change.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" She moved her cheek, gently brushing against his.

He swallowed, suppressing the pain in his throat, then lifted his arm, lightly pinching her delicate earlobe: "We need to get married first, then we can have a child. When I’m well, let’s get married."

"Okay." She laughed, covering her face, "Let’s get married, Mr. Forrester!"

At this moment, he desperately wanted to hold her in his arms, love her fiercely, but he had an injury on his back and couldn’t move, only able to wrap her body tightly with his arm, as tight as their intertwined destinies, never to be separated again.