Sienna Thornton was pondering if Rhonda Wagner could fit into a size 44, and as Simon Forrester spoke, she picked up one she’d already opened and held it against him: "What do you think about Rhonda wearing a size 44? He’s shorter and thinner than you..."
Before she could finish speaking, that white shirt she was holding against Simon Forrester was snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Simon Forrester turned into The Jealous Forrester instantly, asking ominously, "Are you serious, giving another man a shirt?"
Sienna Thornton, innocent: "It’s just a shirt. It’s practical and not expensive."
The Jealous Forrester was clearly displeased, pulling a face and tapping her forehead: "Are you stupid? Giving a man a shirt will make him think you’re interested in him!"
Sienna Thornton rubbed her forehead: "Not necessarily. Maeve and I used to give Zion white shirts, and he never thought we were interested in him! You’re just being dramatic!"
Seeing her not only intending to give a male partner a shirt but also ntioning her longti male best friend who liked her, The Jealous Forrester beca sour and angry, deciding not to try or buy any shirts and threw them all aside, dragging her away with a fierce warning: "Absolutely no giving Rhonda a shirt! If you do, it’s not over between us tonight!"
In the end, Sienna Thornton naturally didn’t buy a shirt, and Simon Forrester didn’t cheer up because she gave up buying one for Rhonda either. Once back in the room, he stord off to shower with a sulky face.
Sienna Thornton had no choice but to pack the luggage herself, planning to coax him after he finished his shower.
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After showering, The Jealous Forrester’s expression had sowhat softened. With a towel wrapped around his waist and another hanging around his neck, he stood before the dressing mirror, tilting his face to admire his handso looks.
Sienna Thornton took the opportunity to sneak up behind him, jumping onto his back.
His reflex was to catch her, effortlessly carrying her on his back.
Sienna Thornton pulled the towel off his neck, starting to dry his hair while soothing him: "Alright. I’ll stop giving n shirts from now on, so don’t be mad anymore, okay?"
The Jealous Forrester, lacking affection, sported a "It’s tough to please tonight" expression, coldly asking, "Then what will you give n in the future?"
"Hmm..." Sienna Thornton pondered for a mont, gazing at The Jealous Forrester’s sulking face in the mirror, softly suggesting, "Robots, toy trains!"
The Jealous Forrester: "..."
Sienna Thornton covered her mouth silently giggling, then planted a quick kiss on his cheek: "If we have a son in the future, I’ll give him robots and toy trains!"
The words that changed The Jealous Forrester’s tough-to-please mood into "Give a son, and I won’t need coaxing!" in an instant.
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The next day, Sienna Thornton woke up to her period arriving, dashing soone’s dream of having a son, leaving him deflated like wilted lettuce, listless and worried.
Sienna Thornton, on the other hand, was in excellent spirits. As a girl, she found her period irritating as hell; as a woman, she enjoyed it every ti.
As she changed clothes, she noticed Simon Forrester glaring at her abdon ruefully and couldn’t resist teasing: "Why are you wearing such a grumpy face?"
Simon Forrester remained silent for a mont before sighing: "I’ve finally realized what the contradiction and conflict between n and won is."
Sienna Thornton chuckled, turned around, and gave his forehead a gentle poke: "My body, my decision! Don’t waste your ti overthinking!"
Once dressed and ready to go, she pointed at a large package ant to be sent back to Brimfield: "Take that with you, we need to send it out soon."
"Alright." Simon Forrester obediently picked up the large package, "It’s pretty heavy."
"I packed it well."
Simon Forrester: "..."
Sienna Thornton, in a loose T-shirt and denim shorts, carried a compact crossbody bag with her phone, IDs, tissues, and other light items inside.
With a brisk gait, she exited the room, noticing Simon Forrester struggling with his load and urged: "Hurry up, my stomach is starving!"
Simon Forrester: "..."
Ha! Who says the conflict and contradiction between n and won is largely due to won’s oppression?
Who’s oppressing whom here?!
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After sending off the package, it was nearly lunchti.
Simon Forrester, with a heavy load, walked back and forth under the scorching sun for nearly half an hour, drenched in sweat, suggesting: "Let’s find a nearby air-conditioned tea restaurant, quick, I’m roasting!"
Sienna Thornton, absorbed in her phone, replied: "I want to go to The Peace Pavilion for soufflé."
"Where’s The Peace Pavilion?"
"Clarendon Road..."
Hearing they had a few kiloters to go, Simon Forrester was unwilling, grumbling: "Why are we going to The Peace Pavilion for food? Do you know which place in the mainland is actually called ’Peace’?"
Sienna Thornton smiled, clutching onto his arm, taking out a wet wipe to help him with his sweat, persuading sweetly: "In Azure Harbor, ’Peace’ is a poetic na. Even in the United States and parts of Aethel, there are ’Peace Justices’! Let’s blend in with the locals, the soufflé there is delicious... I’ve been craving for so long!"
Unable to resist her, Simon Forrester had no choice but to venture through the blazing sun for several kiloters, finally arriving at the restaurant called The Peace Pavilion.
It’s essentially a local Hong Kong restaurant serving Cantonese cuisine, superior to tea restaurants, with brown leather chairs, white tablecloths, and a thick carpet with a red and rice pattern, a few oil paintings hanging on the walls, with diocre lighting effects.
Though the restaurant attempted to display sophistication, for the discerning Simon Forrester, it still seed rough.
Both hadn’t had breakfast, so they first drank a cup of warm water, filling their stomachs by a third. Sienna Thornton ordered the soufflé she’d been dreaming of, while Simon Forrester opted for a mild Western breakfast.
There ca a soufflé larger than Sienna Thornton’s face, which she couldn’t finish, declaring herself full after eating a third, unwilling to let it go to waste, insistent on pushing the sweet cake-like item to Simon Forrester.
Simon Forrester, who seldom eats sweets: "..."
Eating the leftovers from your girlfriend is supposedly part of being a boyfriend.
Ha, won are oppressed??
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After lunch, they wandered around Bayside Galleria.
Bayside Galleria is massive, with high-end and mid-to-low-end brands. Simon Forrester led Sienna Thornton directly to luxury brand stores, though she didn’t fancy logos that stood out or those so-called big nas with styles similar to counterfeits seen on the streets.
She shopped for a while, picking up a few simple-design items and an Hers Birkin bag.
While she was settling the paynt, Simon Forrester’s phone rang, his expression slightly changed as he handed her the card he’d intended to use for paynt, saying "The password is your birthday," and headed outside to take the call.
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