CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 105: FIRST SNOW

Simon Forrester got out of the car and dug out an angle iron the size of a tiger’s mouth from the left front wheel. The two sharp corners of the angle iron had penetrated deeply into the tire, it might have been there for some time, and combined with the high speed of the car, the tire heated up and softened, causing it to burst.

Sienna Thornton also got out of the car, and upon seeing the left front tire had burst, she gasped in shock, "A front tire blowout is very dangerous, it could..."

Simon Forrester tossed the angle iron into a roadside trash bin and called Sienna Thornton back into the car, "It’s late at night, don’t stand on the roadside, it’s dangerous."

At that moment, a strong wind blew, Sienna Thornton shrank her neck and glanced at the pitch-black surroundings, quickly getting back into the car.

Simon Forrester didn’t follow her into the car; instead, he went to the trunk to retrieve two parking warning signs and placed them not far from the front and rear of the car.

After doing this, he got back into the car.

Sienna Thornton handed him a wet tissue, "Wipe your hands."

He accepted it and said, "Thank you."

Outside, the cold wind was rising. Simon Forrester turned up the heater and lowered the car window by three centimeters to keep the air circulating in the car and avoid carbon monoxide poisoning due to idling.

As the temperature rose, Sienna Thornton felt hot and took off her coat, leaving only a misty blue sweater. The sweater was soft and fitted, accentuating her already voluptuous figure to be even more exquisite.

"So, what should we do now?" Sienna Thornton asked.

Simon Forrester returned to his senses, "I’ll call 4S."

The Lamborghini 4S store was in Brimfield, even if the rescue team received the call and set out immediately, it would be three hours before they arrived. In this remote location, thinking of waiting around in the car for three hours with Simon Forrester on an empty stomach, Sienna Thornton felt the time was hard to bear.

She lamented, "Is there no other way?"

Before Simon Forrester could respond, she suddenly remembered something and grabbed Simon Forrester’s arm, saying, "There’s a spare tire!"

Simon Forrester glanced at her, "Can you change a spare tire?"

She hesitated, pressing her lips together, "I can’t..."

She was about to say, "I can’t, but you can," but reconsidered, thinking that Simon Forrester, a wealthy young man with delicate hands, couldn’t possibly change a spare tire.

Well, let’s wait.

The rescue team called back, saying they were just outside Brimfield and should arrive in two and a half hours. Two and a half hours are just the length of a movie, but at this moment, Sienna Thornton felt time moving unusually slowly.

To avoid sinking into an awkward ambiance, she simply closed her eyes for a nap.

Perhaps due to lack of good sleep lately or exhaustion from a long day of running around, she quickly fell asleep and even went into deep sleep, waking up feeling refreshed, as if her body’s energy pathways had been opened wide.

She glanced at the time, one in the morning, realizing she had slept a full six hours; no wonder she felt so good.

"It’s said tonight we’ll see this year’s first snow, which for couples or listeners with someone special, it’s undoubtedly joyful news..."

"Yes, regarding the first snow, there’s a lovely implication—watching the first snow with someone you like ensures all confessions are successful, and all lies are forgiven; and those in love who watch the first snow together will be happily united forever..."

The car’s radio was playing a late-night show, blending the magnetic voices of the female host and male guest with the airwaves.

Sienna Thornton sat up, wiped the dampness from the corner of her mouth, and put on her coat. She fluffed her hair, puzzled, "Did you cover me with the coat? Thank you."

The lights in the car weren’t on, only the flash from outside illuminated a faint outline of Simon Forrester.

Thus, when he turned towards her, Sienna Thornton knew. Instinctively, she backed away, but he moved closer.

She feared Simon Forrester was about to kiss her again, so when he approached, she raised her hand to cover her lips.

In the darkness, his breath was heavy, yet she wasn’t repelled by his breath blowing directly onto her face.

Seeing her so guarded, he chuckled softly, gently controlling her shoulders, turning her to face the windshield.

The sky was flurrying with small white snowflakes. Simon Forrester turned on the headlights, and the snow cascaded through the light beams like crystalline crystals falling to earth.

Sienna Thornton delighted, "It’s the first snow!"

"Do you like snow?"

Sienna Thornton’s eyes sparkled, "I do, I like it very much!"

"Do you want to make a wish?" Simon Forrester turned his face towards her, his eyes full of her joyful expression.

Sienna Thornton laughed, "Making a wish with the first snow, does it work?"

Simon Forrester replied, "Speak your wish out loud, let the snow hear it, and it will come true."

Maybe because she was so happy to see the first snow, Sienna Thornton knew Simon Forrester was teasing her, but she still sincerely clasped her fingers together, rested her chin and seriously began to make wishes.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I hope mom’s health improves quickly, and she lives a long life. I hope my work goes smoothly, that I earn more money to give mom a good life. I hope..."

Her voice grew quieter, but Simon Forrester still heard her clearly.

She said in the last sentence, "I hope my biological father stays healthy, safe and blessed. I... wish to see him once."

Simon Forrester suddenly felt his throat tighten, a peculiar sensation spreading up to his nose and down to his heart. It felt somewhat poignant.

She had many things to worry about, many wishes unfulfilled, how could she spare thought for romance?

He pondered, if her wishes came true soon, would she then have time for love with him?

However, such thoughts were fleeting.

When rationality returned, Simon Forrester understood that no one refuses to love because they are too busy; the only reason for refusal is not loving enough.

...

On the night of the first snow, the temperature was biting, yet watching those tiny fluttering snowflakes fall felt romantic.

The car stopped, Simon Forrester escorted Sienna Thornton out. As they reached the stairwell, Sienna Thornton stopped, smiled at him, and softly said, "I’ll go up first now, take care on your way back."

Simon Forrester gazed down at her, his eyes deep, voice low, "I’ll escort you up."

With alertness in her heart, Sienna Thornton chuckled awkwardly, "No need, no need, it’s late, you should head back and rest."

"A mere ten minutes more won’t matter."

Since he said this much, Sienna Thornton was left with no choice but to turn and head upstairs.

He followed behind her up the stairs, his height and long legs making the already narrow staircase even more cramped.

At this time, other tenants in the building were already resting; the hallway was so silent you could hear a pin drop, let alone the steady footsteps of Simon Forrester.

Sienna Thornton gripped the strap of her bag, her pulse quickened fiercely, prompting her to hasten her steps, hoping to distance herself from the man pressing behind.

Her hurried steps were chaotic, whereas his walked leisurely, with each step incredibly steadfast, seemingly unaffected by her.

Finally reaching the fifth floor.

Sienna Thornton halted before her house, her breath uneven, uncertain if it was from climbing five floors at once or Simon Forrester’s presence making her tense.

Simon Forrester ascended the staircase corner, his eyes fixed intently upon her.

"Um..." She stammered suddenly, "I... I’m here!"

Simon Forrester nodded and glanced at her empty hands, "Where are your keys?"

Panic-stricken, she looked down to find her keys in the bag, searching for a moment and realizing the new door was fingerprint-locked, there was no need for keys. She awkwardly lifted her head, pointing at the door behind, "It’s a password lock."

A whole day of seriousness from a certain Forrester, he finally smiled silently, revealing neat white teeth.

Realizing she was being teased on purpose, Sienna Thornton frowned, puffing her cheeks, turned sideways, flipped open the lock cover, and pressed her finger down.

"Beep," the door opened.

Once again she bid Simon Forrester farewell, "I’m heading home; you should too."

Without waiting for Simon Forrester to speak, she quickly turned, intending to slip into the doorway, but her wrist was suddenly grasped, gently pulled, and in a blink, she was pulled into Simon Forrester’s arms.