The flight from Brimfield to Norport takes over three hours.
At first, Sienna was quite excited when she left ho, but after passing through security and enduring the long wait, she started to feel a bit tired. First, she sat in a chair watching airplanes take off and land, then she spaced out for a while, but eventually couldn’t take it any longer and pulled Simon Forrester to go find a book to read in the bookstore.
The airport bookstore was filled with self-help books and motivational books. Sienna felt nauseous and quickly grabbed a copy of "A Random Walk Down Wall Street," shouting to Simon, "Are you done yet?"
Simon ca over holding a hardcover book, took the book from her hand, and went to the cashier to pay. She followed him and glanced over; it was "The Cultural Journey of Suffering." Unlike her preference for factual toolbooks, he always leisurely read what she considered miscellaneous books.
It makes sense. Sienna, who was accustod to frugality during her youth, had to save on living expenses to buy books. Plus, she spent most of her ti studying, leaving little ti for leisure reading. So books from which she could learn beca her first choice, and this habit had long been ingrained in her.
Simon, on the other hand, was different. He had ntioned a few years ago that he didn’t like to spend all his ti studying. To beco a top figure in architecture, he relied not on hard work alone but on talent.
Indeed, as the heir of the Forrester Family born with a silver spoon, he doesn’t need to study tirelessly every day as she did for decades.
Sienna flipped through the book and started spacing out again.
"What are you thinking about?"
Simon pulled her into his arms. She leaned against his chest, wrapping her hand around his waist, casually saying, "I am wondering if the one in my belly will be as hardworking as or as carefree and relaxed as you."
With the book in his left hand and wrapping her in his right, Simon lowered his head and kissed her on the brow, saying with a smile, "It will definitely be a combination of our strengths—hardworking and carefree."
"Let’s hope so," she sighed. Knowing that their child would be different from her, but without any reason, pregnant won always think and worry a lot.
After waiting for another half an hour, passengers began boarding. They were sitting in first class and were allowed to board first along with so elderly and children.
When the plane took off and rose into the sky, aside from the ringing in her ears, Sienna didn’t feel uncomfortable. Strangely enough, Simon was more nervous, constantly checking if she felt unwell, asking if she wanted to eat or drink sothing. Seeing her uninterested, he started telling awkward jokes to try to cheer her up.
After about two or three hours, the plane arrived at Solara Airport. As soon as they got off the plane, Sienna felt a rush of warmth fill her heart. Compared to the near-zero temperatures in Brimfield, the twenty-degree weather in Norport was indeed gentle and pleasant.
Sienna hooked her arm around Simon’s, and he hugged her as they boarded a shuttle bus. After picking up their luggage, they headed towards the exit. The last ti she ca, there were only a few people at the exit, but today, the railing was surrounded by a crowd, and the whole exit hall was packed.
With one hand holding the suitcase and the other securely embracing his pregnant wife, Simon nervously shielded her from the crowds.
Sienna wondered, "Has Norport beco a tourist hotspot in just four years?"
"Southern tourist cities are quite popular every winter, and many northerners like to co here to escape the cold. Besides, today’s Christmas Eve."
"Is today Christmas Eve?" Sienna looked surprised. After spending a week idling at ho, she had already forgotten what day it was.
Simon laughed as he ruffled her hair, asking, "Tomorrow is Christmas. Any plans on how to celebrate?"
Just as Sienna was about to respond, soone pushed through in front of them, holding up a sign that read "Mr. Forrester and Mrs. Forrester."
Running up to them, one person took the suitcase from Simon’s hand, while another said respectfully, "Mr. Forrester, Mrs. Forrester, the car is waiting outside, the villa has been prepared. Please follow us."
Simon nodded with a smile, "Thank you very much."
The two people led the way in front while Simon and Sienna walked behind. As they exited the airport, Sienna saw them speedily heading towards a black Maybach, swiftly putting their suitcase in the trunk, and then courteously opening the back seat door.
Sienna, half hiding against Simon’s chest, asked softly, "Why did you hire soone specifically?"
Simon smiled faintly, "I told the villa’s owner last night that we’d be coming, asked him to find soone to prepare the villa, and he deduced I wouldn’t have a car here, so he sent soone over."
Sienna nodded and didn’t ask further questions.
The car drove away from the airport, heading towards the sea, eventually taking the coastal highway.
Sienna leaned back in the comfortable car seat, watching the vast blue ocean and sky outside, instinctively protecting her belly.
The man’s warm palm covered the back of her hand, both gazing at the sa blue sea and sky.
She moved her hand, interlocking fingers with his, and said with emotion, "Last ti we ca, we weren’t anything to each other, and now we’re back, we have a child. It’s truly like an eternity has passed."
Simon laughed, "The journey from the forr to the latter could take soone a month, but it took us four years."
Implying that she was difficult to court and even more challenging to marry.
In this era of fast-food love, a phone might be enough to bring a spouse ho, but she followed tradition step by step, igniting all his patience. So now, anything related to her, he, who generally lacked patience, had beco notably patient. This might be what’s called establishing their tone and status even before romance.
After traversing the winding coastal road, the car stopped in front of a villa combining beige and brown in the style of The South of France.
Sienna got out of the car, looking at this building deeply rooted in her mory, smiling softly.
Simon helped her put on her coat, "Let’s go inside; it’s windy."
Soone carried their luggage upstairs, so she simply held Simon’s arm as they entered the villa together.
She stopped at the door, peering inside.
The villa remained unchanged from years ago. Under the dim brass lights, the white French long table was adorned with Versailles floral elents and fiery red roses...
Four years later, returning here stirred countless emotions. Actually, after leaving here, during that ti before she and Simon started dating, she often thought of this place, even impulsively considering coming again during that New Year’s...
"Why aren’t we going inside?" Simon’s arm around her waist tightened slightly, "Shall we go?"
She raised her face to look at him, seeing his unchanged expression, wanting to say sothing but ultimately left unsaid, the words stuck at her tongue as they walked in together.
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