Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 945 Extra Story 83 Of Aaron Dream

"Ximena, please have a look at this," Grayson, one of the newly recruited young designers, said, placing his design sketch on the desk in front of Ximena. "Is there anything on this that needs to be modified?"

Ximena took a glance at the design sketch. It was a dress for the daughter of the director of the police agency that she was going to wear at her graduation party. Seeing that the classic yet modern design could sufficiently match that girl's requirements, Ximena answered, "You should be confident in yourself. You don't need to ask for my opinion. Design philosophies vary from people to people. Nobody would be able to comprehend your idea completely. Because of that, you don't need to be approved by any other designer. You only need to be accepted by one person, and that is your customer."

Hearing that, Grayson became extremely moved. Excited by her recognition and encouragement, Grayson said, with genuine happiness in his voice, "I see. Thank you, Ximena."

With that, Ximena couldn't help but smile. Seeing the fire in Grayson's eyes, she gave a little wink, which indicated that he could go on and continue his work now. Giddy, Grayson went back to his post. Once upon a time, Ximena had hoped that she would be given a hand by somebody, much like what she was doing for Grayson right now, so that she could fully grow and enrich her talents and potential. However, she hadn't been lucky in replaceing such a job or meeting such a boss.

Fortunately, after taking a 180-degree turn, finally her dream came true.

With these thoughts in her mind, she lowered her eyes to look at the bracelet around her wrist, which had been made with the jade seal of the Leng Family. Sentimentally, she began to caress it. 'It is okay. Now, I have him, the manor, the rose garden... and even my own personal fashion design house,' she thought.

At that moment, her cellphone rang and it interrupted her thinking. Taking her eyes off of the bracelet, she fished her cellphone from her pocket and looked at who might be calling. Seeing that the phone call was from "an annoying man", she smiled unknowingly, her expression softening, as if she was lovestruck. She pressed the answer key and placed the cellphone on her ear.

"I have something to do this noon. Go have lunch by yourself," Aaron said on the other end of the line, in a tone as if he was giving an order.

Upon hearing this, Ximena rolled her eyes and answered sulkily, "Okay." Her annoyance made her completely forget about caring how she acted. When Aaron was about to hang up the phone, she hurriedly, "Wait a minute..."

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked in confusion.

"Come to my shop the moment you're free today," Ximena answered, taking a deep breath.

"Why?" Aaron asked, his tone getting worried.

Hearing that, a mysterious smile appeared on the corners of Ximena's mouth. Looking sideways at something, she said slowly, "I have something to show you..." As she said this, she chuckled mischievously. "All right," she continued. "I'm not bothering you any longer. I'm hanging up! See you later!"

"What-" Aaron was interrupted by the beep coming from the other end of the line. Frowning slightly, he slid his phone back into his pocket and took a deep breath. He was lost in thoughts.

Suddenly, he picked his jacket up and hurriedly went out the door. In confusion, Ken looked at him and asked, "Your Highness, the meeting is going to start in 15 minutes. Where..."

"Postpone it for one hour!" Aaron ordered without even looking at the man he was talking to. Before he could enter the elevator, though, he turned to Ken and said, "Also, don't follow me. Just stay here."

As the elevator doors swung shut, Ken couldn't help but smile. Chuckling, he mumbled to himself, "Wow. His Highness really lost his cool this time, huh..."

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After hanging up the phone, Ximena put her phone down on the desk. Pacing around the room, an intriguing, naughty smile appeared on her lips. She walked up to a mannequin in one corner of the room. Ever since her fashion house expanding, she had rarely taken part in tailoring clothes herself. Only when customers specifically requested for her, or if it was peak season when it was necessary would she join the whole team in stitching up clothes. All of her time was now consumed by studying. This time, however, she made an exception.

The mannequin was fully suited, and Ximena couldn't help but smile when she touched the fabric. "Only the best," she said to herself. Taking the needle and thread in her hand, she began sewing the details into the suit's neckline and the pocket on the chest. The sound of footsteps came through from the stairs. Absorbed in sewing the suit, Ximena didn't turn her head to have a look at who might be coming up. She only said, "I don't have time now. If any customer wants to see me, tell them to come in the afternoon." But the sound of footsteps didn't stop and instead, it got nearer and nearer.

"No matter who they are!" Ximena added in a somewhat lazy voice. Looking at what she had just sewed, she was completely satisfied but she was still on the edge about it. Furrowing her eyebrows, she mumbled to herself, "Will he dislike this kind of design?" Taking a step back, she continued to think. 'He seems to prefer this color palette, but then I made it into a checkered pattern. Will he feel comfortable wearing this? I've never seen him wear this kind of clothing.'

Imagining how the man would look like in this suit and how he would react, Ximena laughed out loud. Enjoying what she was doing, Ximena completely forgot that someone was going up the stairs and into her office. "He is certainly going to look amazing in this suit," she whispered to herself, still looking at her creation. "He would definitely not wear this on his own accord," she continued. "No worries though, I'll make sure he wears this by all means..."

"By what means?" a low and deep voice suddenly came through from her behind. Surprised, Ximena turned around. She was so startled that the needle and thread that she was holding in her hand fell on the floor. By the door was Aaron, cool and cold, as he usually was. His questioning eyes turned to the mannequin in the corner. It was wearing a suit with a red checkered pattern, which was very different from the simple black suits he was used to wearing. It was, indeed, something that he would never, ever wear.

"When...did you arrive?" Ximena was so shocked that her heart was still beating so hard in her chest. "Didn't you say that you would not have time?"

Hearing her questions, Aaron withdrew his sight from the suit to look at Ximena and walked towards her. While Aaron was coming towards her, Ximena felt afraid that what she had mumbled to herself just now had been heard by Aaron. Because of that, a certain feeling of guilt overcame her and she had to retreat as the man was coming closer.

"Ah!"

Ximena shouted as she stumbled upon something on the floor. Because of that, she lost her balance and was on her way to the floor. Seeing how panicked Ximena was, Aaron meant to let her fall on the floor without stepping in. However, his instinct had other plans. As if he could not control his body's movement, his arms quickly stretched just in time to support the back of Ximena's waist before she could even hit the ground.

While in their position, Ximena looked at Aaron in the eyes. Since the whole thing was awkward, Ximena frantically blinked, and said, in a shaky voice, "Well... Would you help me stand up?"

Before Aaron did that, he looked down at Ximena, and then took a glance at the suit on the mannequin standing in the corner. In a cold voice, he asked, "Is this what you were talking about when you told me you would show me something?"

"Can I stand up first?" Ximena asked again. The tone Aaron had made her eyes roll. Nothing has happened yet, but Ximena already was getting annoyed. A pointed tone like that was something she didn't appreciate. It made her feel like she was inferior to the person she was talking to. The anger made her forget her manners.

However, it seemed like Aaron didn't want to let her stand up at all. He only looked down at her. With the deep breath, Aaron realized that he had postponed an important meeting mainly because Ximena had said that she would show him something. Slowly, he was replaceing out that he was losing his coolness.

As moments passed, Ximena realized that Aaron really intended to talk to her in this position despite the fact that it wasn't comfortable to both of them. Once again, she rolled her eyes. After sighing, she decided to just relax her body, letting Aaron's arms to carry all her weight. At the same time, due to fear that she would fall down, she raised her arms and she clung on Aaron's neck. Since she felt uncomfortable, she didn't want to make him comfortable.

"Do you like that suit?" Ximena asked in a fascinating voice with enchanting eyes. Putting more effort in her act, she winked, her attractive eyes more attractive. "I sewed it stitch by stitch all by myself." Feeling more playful, she removed one of her arms around Aaron's neck, and touched his suit. Her index finger slid from his neckline downwards to his chest. While drawing small circles with her index finger, she whispered, "Although it is not a pattern like the one you are wearing right, which was sewed by a famous Italian tailor, I made it with all my heart..."

Squinting slightly, Aaron fixed his deep eyes tight on Ximena. He knew clearly that she was only pretending to act so sheepishly right then, but he felt his heart skipped a beat when he heard her fake sweet voice.

His eyes turned dark. In consideration of her poor health after the abortion, he had tried his best to minimize their body contact for fear that that would result in a negative consequence. However, what was the annoying woman doing now? Did she know what her actions could lead to?

All of a sudden, Ximena's finger that was on his chest froze. Looking at Aaron, she opened her mouth slightly, which twitched at the corners. Slowly, she said, "Well, didn't you say you would be busy this afternoon? Go to deal with your business. I also have work to do..." While saying that, she attempted to stand up by herself.

"It's too late..." Aaron said. How could she think that he would let her go now that his desire had been rightfully aroused?

"Huh?" Ximena said, unsure of what was happening.

Before she realized what was happening, Aaron had already exerted force on his arm that was supporting her, and had successfully rotated his footsteps at the same time. All of a sudden, Ximena was pressed against the design table, and all she could do was to stare at Aaron's eyes.

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