enjoyebooks Chapter 578 - 549: She Means More Than the World (Part 5)
Chapter 578 - 549: She Means More Than the World (Part 5)
Sienna Thornton spent over half an hour picking and choosing, finally allowing Simon Forrester to go pay the bill. Simon, feeling relieved, quickly took her tray of small items to the cashier.The two continued walking back. Simon held a few bags in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Sienna’s slender shoulders, matching his pace to hers.
Passing a cultural shop named "Sea Turtle Slow-Mail," Sienna said she wanted to go in and see if there were any nice notebooks. Simon accompanied her inside, only to discover that the store’s main business was slow mail, which means writing letters to the future.
Some young tourists were writing letters in a corner, sealing envelopes, and handing them over to the clerk. Sienna, curious, went over to ask about it and returned happily, holding Simon’s hand, saying, "I want to write a letter to our child."
Simon didn’t quite understand.
Sienna said, "I’ll write the letter now, setting a send date ten years from now, so our child can receive it then!"
Simon glanced around the modestly decorated shop, skeptically saying, "In ten years, who knows if this place will still be around. Don’t let it end up being empty promises and lost money..."
Sienna quickly covered his mouth, afraid the clerk would overhear. He, however, was unfazed and kissed her delicate, fair hand.
He laughed, "Go write it. Tell the child, Daddy will always love Mommy."
Sienna poked his palm speechlessly and teased, "Even in front of your own kid, you have to show off your love. Are you even human?"
"Showing affection is just for the kids to see. They should know that at home, Daddy loves and respects Mommy the most, so they should listen to Mommy and respect her, or Daddy won’t forgive them first."
Such views on parenting and marriage were genuinely good, and Sienna, having nothing to retort, happily went to write the letter. Of course, she wouldn’t flaunt their love in front of the child. Instead, the letter talked about how eagerly the couple anticipated the child’s arrival and, although it’s been tough carrying the child now, Mommy and Daddy are excited about meeting them soon...
The letter stretched over two to three pages. Simon, waiting on the side and glancing occasionally, felt his heart soften, realizing that Sienna’s feelings for Norport were as deep as his own.
The letter was handed to the store clerk, marked to be sent on August 6, 2033. If all goes well, their child will have a birthday on August 8, so the timing should allow them to receive the letter on their tenth birthday, or a few days later, which wouldn’t matter.
As they left the slow-mail store, Simon teased Sienna about how an adult like her could believe in such conceptual gimmicks. But Sienna, still immersed in the anticipation of their child, had no space for his complaints, lost in thought.
Today is Christmas Eve. Walking down from the old street, there were vendors selling shimmering reindeer antler headbands and small Christmas items. Sienna, on a whim, bought a short Christmas tree and several Christmas trinkets, planning to decorate the villa a bit tomorrow for a festive Christmas atmosphere.
Simon carried bags full of items, with a light-up reindeer antler headband on his head. Sienna, suddenly finding it amusing, snuggled next to him and snapped several pictures together.
After wandering around like this, Sienna’s mood lifted, and all she could think about was decorating the Christmas tree when she woke up tomorrow, putting aside any thoughts of feeling nauseous.
The two discussed plans for tomorrow, and Sienna suddenly realized, "Tomorrow is Christmas, is Mr. Harding coming to spend Christmas with you?"
"He probably didn’t pay attention. He originally planned to come tonight, but I was worried you weren’t feeling well, so I postponed it to tomorrow."
Simon was driving and glanced at her, thinking she might want to spend Christmas with just the two of them tomorrow night, so he asked, "How about I change it to the day after tomorrow?"
"No need, no need. We’ll have plenty of time after he leaves."
"Alright, I’ll see what happens then."
The two of them had been out all evening and were a bit worn out, especially Simon, who, once they put things down, wanted to drag Sienna to bed. But Sienna, having already slept all afternoon, was still energetic and refused to sleep, busying herself with the Christmas tree downstairs.
Simon had no choice but to join her in the decorating. Finally, once the tree was done, she moved on to the small gifts they had bought in the evening, prolonging the activities until well past midnight before willing to go to bed.
Simon was so tired that his eyelids were sticking together, but fearing she’d be lonely and unable to sleep by herself, he forced himself to stay up with her, listening to her say she was happy today. If she could explore new places every day, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so nauseous. Simon noted this down silently.
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December 25th, Christmas in Norport.
Sienna got up late today after staying up too late last night.
She specifically chose a red V-neck thin sweater, paired with a white round-neck t-shirt underneath, thinking it seemed more festive. Simon was dressed casually; even though they were meeting a guest tonight, he was only wearing simple jeans and a light blue American-style shirt, with a white round-neck t-shirt underneath, looking elegant and graceful.
They went outside for a simple lunch and came back to start decorating the villa with the Christmas tree and other decorations like ribbons.
After busying for most of the day, and with Simon’s guest about to arrive, Sienna quickly patted her hands and stood up, saying she was going to hide on the third floor.
Simon went upstairs with her, saying, "A chef will come later to make dinner, probably something like steak. Should I bring it up for you once it’s ready?"
Sienna said "yes" and took her clothes to shower. After a while, Simon also squeezed in, ultimately feeling uneasy leaving her alone.
He took a quick shower, changed into a goose-yellow American-style shirt, again with a white round-neck t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, with his dark brown hair naturally styled to the side, looking casual, clean, and relaxed yet still dashing.
Now, no longer working in architecture, he had less sun exposure, his skin returned to its original pale tone, and his demeanor became more refined. Sienna jokingly remarked that without his ID card, you’d never guess he was over thirty-five.
He asked her, "Then how old do I look?"
Looking at his increasingly handsome face, without hesitation, she replied, "About ten years younger." Then, affectionately holding his arm, she asked, "What about me? How about me?"
"You..." He didn’t say anymore, kissed her on the forehead, and grabbed his phone from the table, "I’ll head down first and tell you tonight."
She followed him step by step downstairs, reminding him, "Come up early and drink less..."
He had already descended two steps, but hearing her remark, he turned back, embraced her waist, and planted several kisses on her, smiling, "Why don’t you come down with me? It’d be nice to join in on the fun."