enjoyebooks Chapter 637 - 608: Simon Forrester’s Treasure
Chapter 637 - 608: Simon Forrester’s Treasure
The two of them cuddled for a moment, and Sienna Thornton, seeing that it was getting late, thought she’d have to get up around midnight to feed the baby, so she urged Simon Forrester to go shower.After they showered together, Sienna Thornton dried her hair while Simon Forrester changed the sheets and bedding, worried that if he had to feed the baby on the bed at night, the baby’s pajamas might get soiled.
Today was the hundred-day banquet; Simon Forrester was busy entertaining relatives, and the baby was also pulled along for the ride, so with little sleep during the day, the baby slept soundly despite skipping a meal and ended up waking four times in the night for milk. Sienna fed once directly, and the other three times Simon Forrester took the baby downstairs to drink stored milk from the fridge.
Sienna Thornton worked in an office, surrounded by supervisors and subordinates, with many tasks to handle. She found it hard to catch even the slightest nap. On the other hand, he worked at his own company, where he could sneak into the rest area and nap for a few hours anytime he got tired without anyone noticing.
He understood the importance of sleep deeply and didn’t mind staying up all night himself just to let Sienna Thornton get a better rest.
The next day...
Charles Quincy, as usual, got into Chandler’s car at eight o’clock to head to The Springs Residences to pick up Melinda Linton and Auntie King.
The white BMW stopped under a well-known fourth-generation residential building in The Springs Residences, and Auntie King supported Melinda Linton into the car.
The two of them looked very happy, like they’d won a big prize, chatting and laughing as they settled into the back seat.
Charles Quincy, sitting in the passenger seat, turned and smiled at them, greeting them.
The car drove away from The Springs Residences.
Melinda Linton and Auntie King talked all the way about the previous night’s hundred-day banquet. Upon hearing this, Charles Quincy remembered Sienna Thornton had mentioned during the handover on Friday night that on Monday it would be Kaden Forrester’s hundred-day banquet. Simon Forrester wouldn’t be going to work because he wanted to take care of things himself, so she wouldn’t need to come over.
She felt a bit down when she heard about it. Other employers couldn’t wait to have a nanny help with the baby every day, let alone at celebrations like the baby’s hundred-day party, when the parents would typically be busy with other matters. How could they not leave the baby in the care of the nanny?
But this Forrester couple was truly peculiar; they insisted on taking care of the baby themselves whenever possible, leaving little for her expertise as a nanny to apply.
Charles Quincy felt that in this family, she couldn’t showcase her professional charm and felt a lack of accomplishment.
The BMW entered the courtyard, and the three got out and went upstairs.
Simon Forrester was standing outside the door, holding the baby, watching the fallen leaves.
Auntie King eagerly stepped forward to take the child: "Mr. Forrester, you haven’t gone to work today, huh? How come you’re the one holding the baby? Where’s Lawyer Thorne?"
"She was quite tired yesterday, and got up late this morning, probably changing clothes right now."
Melinda Linton laughed, "She didn’t help much at the hundred-day banquet yesterday, what was so tiring? Making a man get up early to take care of the baby, it’s just ridiculous!"
Auntie King held the baby, teasing, "Grandma is going to scold mama, say mama is ridiculous..."
The baby babbled, waving tiny arms, as if to say: Don’t scold my mommy!
Simon Forrester, who was also smiling, suddenly put away his smile and became serious: "Auntie, don’t teach the child those things."
Auntie King quickly nodded, saying "yes."
Charles Quincy watched all of this unfold from behind, noticing that the male owner of this house really wasn’t just putting on a front of being good to the female owner.
Elders like to badmouth the child’s mother in front of the child, either jokingly or seriously, and practically every elder has this bad habit, but no men seemed to realize how this behavior could affect the child’s relationship with the mother, let alone stop it when they hear such things said.
The group entered the house, and Charles Quincy changed clothes and went over to the kitchen to see if there were any baby bottles that needed cleaning. In fact, there usually weren’t any. If Sienna Thornton got up at night to pump, she often cleaned and put everything away in the sterilizer herself, but it was a habit to check.
In the bottle cleaner were three sets of bottles and nipples rinsed with only water, puzzling Charles Quincy; the baby was still breastfeeding, so how were there so many bottles used in one night?
At this point, Melinda Linton came over and, seeing them, turned her head to ask, "Has Annie been weaned? Why are there so many bottles here?"
Simon Forrester, having breakfast in the dining room, put down his milk glass and replied, "The baby woke up four times last night for milk. Once was direct feeding, three times Annie was asleep, and I took the baby down for stored milk from the fridge."
Melinda Linton exclaimed, "Oh dear, that’s not good, the baby should still have fresh milk. Besides, breast milk kept in the body for too long will spoil, and by morning, the milk wouldn’t be usable... she was right there, why couldn’t she get up to feed the baby? I must talk to Annie later!"
Charles Quincy quietly explained, "Aunt Linton, breast milk doesn’t spoil inside the mother."
She said it, so Simon Forrester didn’t have to explain it, and instead said, "Annie’s really busy with work during the day, if she doesn’t sleep well at night she’ll be exhausted, we can’t compromise her health for the sake of fresh milk, it just isn’t worth it."
His tone was very calm, without any discernible emotion, but Auntie King, who had known him for many years, understood that he was angry.
Auntie King quickly tugged at Melinda Linton’s sleeve, signaling her to drop the subject.
After a while, Sienna Thornton came downstairs dressed, seeing everyone gathered below, she smiled and greeted them, then went over to kiss her son, held by Auntie King, and headed towards Simon Forrester in the dining room.
She grabbed the half-cup of milk next to Simon Forrester and gulped it down: "I’ll have breakfast at the office, I’m out of time."
She drank too quickly, leaving a white milk mustache at the corner of her mouth.
Simon Forrester, sitting there, suddenly reached out to place his hand behind her neck, gently pressing down and kissed the corner of her lips.
When they separated, the milk mark was gone from her lips.
Simon Forrester, however, licked his lips.
She smiled, gave him a playful push, stood straight, and coyly said, "It’s a good thing I didn’t put on lipstick, or you’d have ruined it."
He tilted his head slightly to look at her, his gaze lingered on her somewhat pale lips, "You need to keep taking the iron supplements, don’t slack off, your complexion looks pale again."
Sienna often forgot to take her iron supplements due to her hectic day.
She stuck out her tongue, "Got it!"
His hand still held hers, his gaze deeply fixed on her, smiling as he asked, "What do you want for breakfast? I’ll bring it over to you later."
"I’ll call Jameson when he gets off the subway and have him grab me a couple of buns from the breakfast cart at the subway entrance."
"Buns have no nutrition, they’re dry," he said with a tone allowing no argument, "I’ll pack up some seafood porridge for you."
"Seafood porridge..." Sienna’s appetite was won over, "Alright!"
She leaned down and gave Simon Forrester another kiss, "I’m off to work now, see you later!"
Simon Forrester smiled and patted her back, "Go ahead, drive safely."
The villa’s first floor had an open layout, with only the guest room and billiard room walled off; the dining room, kitchen, and living room were all open.
From the kitchen, just a few steps from the dining room, Auntie King, Melinda Linton, and Charles Quincy had all clearly seen the sweetness between Simon Forrester and his wife.
Auntie King whispered to Melinda Linton, "Linton, your son-in-law sure cherishes your daughter, you should say less about Lawyer Thorne in front of him."