Sienna Thornton was gently pushed to the bench at the foot of the bed.
Simon Forrester picked up a docunt folder from the bouquet of champagne roses and handed it to her, then sat down beside her.
She opened the folder and took out all the docunts inside. There was also a red booklet with the cover stating "Real Estate Property Certificate."
Sienna opened the red booklet and saw it was the property certificate for The Fenmore Villa, with an area of over two thousand square ters.
Fenmore Hill is the most upscale villa area in Brimfield. The hill is filled with tall flaming red maple trees, turning the mountain into a sea of fire each autumn, hence the na "The Fenmore Villa."
The villas there are of paramount value, prices that Sienna could never have dared to imagine.
The "Owner" column had Simon Forrester’s na, but all the attached docunts were applications for property transfer registration.
Sienna flipped through them and saw a "Gift Agreent," stating clearly that Simon Forrester was giving the villa nad "Fenmore One" to her for free.
"If you’re free tomorrow, sign it, and I’ll have Harrison Rowe change the certificate to your na as soon as possible," said Simon Forrester.
She was both surprised and delighted, leaning over to embrace Simon Forrester.
Simon Forrester encircled her waist, pulled her onto his lap, kissed her on the forehead, and smiled, "This is the house we’ll live in after we’re married. Do you like it?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly asked, "It’s good enough to have a place to live; why change it to my na?"
"I couldn’t think of what gift to give you, so I had to give you a ’ho.’"
She recalled asking him last week if he could give her a ho. Now, the ’ho’ was presented right in front of her.
She was happy and touched, but as her emotions cald slightly, she inevitably thought about the practical aspects.
"Thank you, I really like it," she said, giving him a peck on the corner of his lips, "But this villa is so valuable. Changing it to my na would incur a lot of taxes."
Simon Forrester laughed dismissively, "Am I short of that bit of money?"
"But it’s not good to waste money either."
"How can gifting you sothing be wasting money?"
Noticing that she was about to start fretting again, Simon Forrester lifted her up.
She was startled and cried out softly, tapping his shoulder with her small hand, "Where are you taking ?"
He said nothing, carrying her straight to the study, grabbing a pen from the pen holder on the desk, and placing it in her hand, "Alright, stop talking and just sign it."
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The mont she signed it, the transfer tax would be at least 30 million. Sienna refused to sign, and Simon Forrester coaxed her for a long ti. Exhausted, he eventually went to shower, leaving her to fret alone.
As soon as the shower was turned on, she ran into the bathroom, opened the glass of the shower area, and asked seriously, "Do you know once I sign, the property transfer will be complete, and it will beco my personal premarital asset? Even if we divorce in the future, you won’t be able to claim it?"
The shower was spraying water, and the entire shower stall was filled with a thin mist.
Simon Forrester turned off the shower, faced her, and with a helpless smile, asked, "Do you really think I’m ignorant of the law?"
"Aren’t you?"
If he wasn’t ignorant of the law, how did he end up in such a bad state two years ago when she had a fracture?
Understanding her determined expression, Simon Forrester laughed, showing his neat white teeth, stretched out an arm, and pulled her in, "I want it to be your premarital property, that’s why I’m giving it now."
He stepped closer, lowered his voice, and said solemnly, "Moreover, there will never be a divorce, so no need to assu anything!"
The overwhelming sense of dominance hit her. Sienna was held by her arms, unable to move. She looked at him with wet eyes in amazent.
She moved her lips, wanting to say sothing, but the next second, they were sealed, leaving her unable to say anything...
***Sweet daily life***
Because she almost went to bed at midnight the night before, Sienna slept until noon the next day.
Seeing her get up, Simon also got up. They both washed up, one heading to the old house and the other to linda Linton’s place.
When Sienna entered, Auntie King had just finished preparing the al and greeted her warmly to eat.
She went to the room to help linda Linton out.
During the al, she once again explained what happened last night to linda Linton. linda didn’t bla her, only saying that colleagues were important.
She initially wanted to ask linda about what happened after Quentin Thorne ca over last night, but then thought better of it, feeling that linda might also feel embarrassed to discuss it.
After lunch, linda went to rest, and Sienna called Auntie King to the living room, "How long did my father stay last night before leaving?"
"From six until he left at half-past ten!"
Sienna was surprised, "Stayed that long?"
Auntie King understood what Sienna wanted to know.
She pulled up a small stool and sat down, detailing, "Your father and Linton had dinner, cut and ate cake, and then kept talking like they were discussing sothing important!"
"Sothing important?"
Thinking about how, during the al earlier, linda didn’t ntion what she talked about with Quentin Thorne last night, and now it seed they had been discussing sothing behind her back.
Although Sienna was curious, seeing that linda didn’t want her to know, she decided not to pursue it further.
Auntie King laughed, "Your father is really gentle and considerate with Linton! When they’re eating, he takes care of everything, not letting her lift a finger. And when eating cake, he even purposely dabbed cream on her nose. He kept telling jokes to make her laugh, and Linton couldn’t stop smiling. I’ve been here for over a month, and it’s the first ti I’ve seen Linton so happy!"
Sienna smiled, "As long as my mom’s happy."
Seeing she didn’t want to discuss it further, Auntie King didn’t press, greeted, and went back to work.
Sienna sat alone in the living room, her eyes glancing towards the dining room, seemingly able to visualize her parents from last night sitting there eating.
Based on Auntie King’s description, she imagined the scene... If Quentin Thorne could make linda laugh, he must be quite charming and humorous.
Tall, handso, considerate, gentle, and funny—no wonder a traditional woman like linda risked everything and had a child with him out of wedlock back then.
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In the evening, Simon Forrester ca over for dinner, and on the way ho, Sienna ntioned her parents eating cake together last night. By the end of the story, she muttered, "Why didn’t I inherit Quentin’s humor? I only got his looks and intelligence."
Driving, Simon Forrester glanced sideways at her, "You think Quentin is humorous???"
Sienna nodded earnestly, "Isn’t he?"
Simon didn’t answer for a while, then asked, "Do you think I am funny?"
"Of course!" Thinking of his adorable antics, Sienna could laugh for a whole day.
"Have you ever heard anyone else say I’m funny?"
Sienna thought for a mont, shook her head, "I don’t think so."
"Exactly."
Sienna realized, then said happily, "You an, Quentin is only humorous with Mom?"
Simon Forrester: "Say what you see, don’t state the obvious."
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