Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 343 - 327: You Smell So Good

Simon Forrester chewed on the bloody duck, his lips slightly curving upwards, his jaw moving as he swallowed, then he laughed and said, "Are science students now so good at history? You even remember the February Revolution in France in 1848."

Sienna Thornton smiled with squinted eyes, "Even though I chose science back then, I was great at the arts too!" After saying that, she asked Simon Forrester, "How about you? Were you a science student too?"

Simon Forrester nodded.

Sienna Thornton cut the duck meat on the silver platter, lifted her eyes to look over, her eyes curved, cheeks slightly flushed from drinking, lips rosy pink.

Simon Forrester looked deeply at her.

She chuckled, "I realize I don’t know a thing about your past, and you rarely talk about it."

Simon Forrester laughed, pretending to be ignorant, "What past events?"

"Like whether any girls liked you in college, your best friend during school, your life trajectory then...I want to know all this!"

"Our next stop is Britione, you’ll naturally learn about these things."

Sienna Thornton paused cutting the duck, looked at him for a while, and asked, "Did you have a girl you liked back then?"

"No."

"Why not?" Sienna Thornton was skeptical, "Ages twenty to thirty is a male’s peak period of sexual activity, with a very strong desire for choosing a mate. How could you escape the grand arrangement of biology? Are you a saint?"

Simon Forrester, sensing danger in the question, became cautious and pondered, "Like you, I was studying until twenty-five. After twenty-five, I was busy establishing personal style and reputation and growing the design studio. It’s not that I didn’t want a partner, I just didn’t have time to find one. Us architects, after thirty, a whole lot of us have no hair or muscles, which shows the strain of our profession, and can’t be summed up as merely ’busy.’

"But many architects, even if they lack hair and muscles, still find girlfriends one after another."

Simon Forrester chuckled: "That’s why they haven’t turned into ’Simon Forrester.’

"Alright! You win."

Sienna Thornton was quite satisfied with Simon Forrester’s answer.

Recalling Simon Forrester’s first confession to her, asking that annoying question "Do you want to give it a try with an architect?" She now finally understood what he meant back then.

Thinking of this, she asked: "So when you asked me back then if I wanted to give it a try with an architect, you meant to tell me you’d be very busy and wanted to know if I could accept you being this busy?"

"What else do you think it meant?" Simon Forrester countered.

Sienna Thornton felt a bit embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and said: "I thought back then you just wanted to play around with me, so you asked me in such a way."

Simon Forrester was also thinking about those past events.

Lost in thought, he looked deeply at Sienna Thornton through the dim candlelight, his hand with the knife and fork free, holding the hand she had on her wine glass.

He gazed at her, his voice gentle and low: "I have always been serious, respectful, and cherished about you. I treasure everything about you, value everything between us."

She tightly held his hand, restrained her eyes, smiled and nodded, the golden ring on her ring finger dazzling.

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Leaving La Tour d’Argent Restaurant, they walked to Brior Bridge to take a night cruise on The Silvan River.

Along the riverbank at night, the cold wind gusted. Sienna Thornton wrapped her coat around her, one hand in the coat pocket, and the other in Simon Forrester’s coat pocket, holding hands.

His hand was warm, letting him hold hers, she didn’t feel as cold.

Along the way, he kept teaching her French, hoping she could communicate by herself with the cruise crew until they boarded.

Her language talent surprised him; in just twenty or thirty minutes, she learned several essential French phrases for boarding the cruise.

Aboard the cruise, they found a seat inside. The boat was long, and two rows of orange plastic chairs were separated by a reasonably spacious aisle.

Perhaps because of the cold December Lumeria night, apart from a Japanese group and scattered few passengers, there weren’t many people.

Facing the cold wind, with all their coat collars raised, Sienna Thornton was shivering from the cold. Simon Forrester opened his coat, sat behind her, wrapped her inside his coat, warming her with his body.

With him keeping her warm, she finally stopped shivering. Originally facing away from him, she turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his waist, burying herself into his embrace.

Inside his coat, wearing a soft warm cashmere sweater and shirt, she hugged him, her face buried in his chest, surrounded by his clean, crisp scent mixed with high-quality skincare fragrance, a smell uniquely belonging to him.

"You smell so good!" she murmured.

He laughed, dashed down to her neck and sniffed, feigned disgust: "Someone didn’t shower last night, smells a bit sour."

"Huh? Really?" She struggled to get up, wanting to smell herself, but he pressed her back into his embrace, "Smell at home later."

She stopped moving, laughed foolishly after a while: "I really wish we could go home now, cuddle you all nice-smelling in bed and sleep."

"We’ve got decades to cuddle, what’s the rush?"

"There aren’t decades, okay? When you’re fifty or sixty, I definitely want to sleep in separate rooms."

Confused, he asked: "Why split rooms at fifty or sixty?"

She laughed, her hand wreaking havoc on the muscles on his waist: "That’s how it is in our hometown. Elderly grandpas and grandmas sleep separately."

"And the reason?"

"Because you men drink, smoke, don’t like bathing, so when older, you’re all stinky, teeth darkened like a chimney by smoke, both black and smelly! Also because smoking and drinking harm respiratory health, full of snot and phlegm, coughing and spitting all night. So, naturally, the other half dislikes this! That’s why they end up in different rooms."

Her description was quite vivid, Simon Forrester, after listening, responded blandly after a while: "I don’t know about others, but us...hard to say."

She lay in his arms, laughing, shaking, as if already seeing years from now, Simon Forrester, driven to the guest room by her, trying to coax her and requesting to come back to the main bedroom.

Ultimately, the man holding her nonchalantly said: "With someone who doesn’t shower when drunk, drools all over when asleep, likes farting stinky farts because of eating too much meat, I think it’s more likely I’ll kick you out as we age."

Sienna Thornton: "..."