Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 902 Extra Story 46 Of Aaron Perturbed

"Hmm?" Ximena was feeling a bit perplexed.

"His Highness asked--" casting an overall look, the housekeeper said nonchalantly, "if Miss Mo could change into something simple yet elegant." As he finished speaking, he nodded gently, turned on his heels and left the room. Ximena arched her brows anxiously. She tilted her head to look out of the window as she brooded over the remark of the housekeeper. The foggy sky looked quite sad and bleak, as though it whimpered in its unbearable sorrow. Suddenly, Ximena's eyes widened intently. She didn't know whether her guess was right or not, but she thought it must be that.

She turned around and headed for the dressing room. She fished out a tight black dress that reached her knees, picked out a pair of high black boots, took off her earrings, and replaced them with a pair of black elegant crystal ones. Ximena looked beautiful in her complete black attire. Despite the loss of her normal charming bright aura, she now looked like a black rose, radiating in a place of gloom. This made others unable to focus at times on the seriousness, battling to tear their eyes from her. She was a very alluring woman, as bees were to honey, or a thorn bird to his mate in a thorn tree.

As she paced downstairs, Ximena saw the back of Aaron, who was standing in front of the French windows looking outwards. Suddenly, she wanted to rush over to him and hug him on a whim. This man she watched, didn't live his childhood in the way she did, but it was as heartbreaking as hers. Hers was better in her memory; she never knew who her parents were, so she had no feelings for them, neither love nor hatred. But his childhood was one that filled with sufferings.

When Ximena eventually came downstairs, she saw Aaron slowly turn back to face her. She smiled, raised one eyebrow and said defiantly, "What do you want?"

"I want to take you somewhere." Aaron had a slight grin lingering around his mouth. The kind of smile that looked strained." I also have something to tell you."

Ximena gazed deeply into his eyes; her heart launched inexplicably. Without thinking, she had blurted it out, "I've got something to tell you, too!" Once the words were out, she abruptly came to her senses, clenching her teeth and wishing she had bitten her tongue off. "Oh?" A trace of light flashed across Aaron's eyes, but it disappeared in a tick, not noticeable at all.

He took a step forward, pulling Ximena towards him and taking her hand in his, he began to caress the palm of her hand. He looked downwards and said with a low but silky voice, "Ximena Mo, after we go there, I'll take you somewhere else."

Ximena sensed the sadness in Aaron's voice as well as his intense expectations. That gave out a sentiment, like a butterfly waiting to break free from its imprisoned cocoon, which suddenly rendered her perturbed.

QY Island area was located in a tropical climate, on a somewhat foggy and rainy winter's day it was a bit cold.

A car slid along the wet street. As it stopped a little past the flower shop, Ken got out of his car to fetch the bunch of flowers he had ordered. At the sight of the white daisies, Ximena's thoughts were confirmed. The place they all were heading to was a permanent resting place, where Aaron's mother lay.

The car pulled up at the private graveyard of QY Island. On a majestic-looking modern stone carving were four black words which read, 'Forever Rest in Peace', this made anyone who saw them feel glum. It not only made them think of those they had lost but their ultimate end as well.

Aaron held Ximena's hand in his and the bouquet in the other; the flowers began to droop. As he gazed at the grave in the middle of the mountain, a layer of sorrow surrounded him that couldn't be shaken off, tainting his well-defined eyes.

Ximena stared at him; her hand grasped him tightly. She whispered, "Your Highness, do you have a few hesitant moments as well?" Her tone was sarcastic, however, Aaron found her remark rather sweet and caring.

'This woman is very smart, but sometimes she is too cautious. I hope today she can give me the answer I'm needing. Right at the wonderful place I've prepared for her.'

Aaron raised an eyebrow and narrowed his gaze at Ximena, taking the umbrella from Ken who was standing behind him and entered into the graveyard. As he walked, he said, "Today is her birthday anniversary. It's been so many years and I haven't been here, not once on her birthday." He looked up over the stairs, "Every year, I come here on her death anniversary, to remind myself and replace in myself what I need to do."

Ximena listened quietly. Aaron's words were usually said with indifference but now he was quite emotional. The surroundings that were enveloped by the mountain range and climate, all added to this moment. The muffled little thuds that the tiny raindrops produced which landed on the umbrella also made for a melancholy feeling increasing in its dreariness.

"Sometimes I ponder," Aaron said in a calm tone, unprecedentedly calm, "when that man says those remarks continually but off-handedly, I, however, take them quite seriously. His promise stayed in my mind and I assumed he would really do it. That was why I had been holding the grudge towards him since then." He smirked bitterly. "In fact, for the whole time, that person has outsmarted me, luring me into his own loop."

"That's because you've been unwilling to sort it out and get to the bottom of it all, isn't it?" Ximena snorted. She could not help but look down upon this kind of man, who was longing for his father's love and acceptance but was too proud to admit it, such was Aaron. "If not, how could you have said those ruthless words but spared them in the end? And you couldn't bear to let them die, at the last moment?"

"Alas!" Aaron suddenly came to a halt. He gazed at Ximena, his sharp eyes a bit evasive, but his mouth still said stubbornly, "You, woman, you just have to go to the extreme lengths to argue with me, don't you?"

Ximena gave a foxy smile and replied cool and confident, "That's because I always have a point." After the words left her mouth, she gasped within at the flippant way she had spoken without considering her words. She turned around immediately and continued to climb up the stairs, confused at her bold actions. 'Have I become spoilt from all the pampering he has indulgence me in? I have totally forgotten his status.' 'Or have I become the same as he is? Unwilling to think of the bad things and only wanting to focus on those I'd like to keep?"

Aaron watched Ximena as she climbed the stairs. All of a sudden, something clicked in his head, and he quickly caught up to her.

The umbrella appeared over Ximena's head. She stopped unintentionally. A shred of peculiar light flashed as she looked up, but it was blocked by the umbrella. She then stared up over the umbrella, and then battered her eyes at Aaron, gradually losing all thought.