Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 951 Extra Story 89 Of Aaron Approaching

The taxi driver took a glance at Ximena through the rear view mirror. Seeing that her face changed color as soon as he mentioned her parents, as if something cracked all of a sudden, he withdrew his sight to look ahead and continued, "Aren't you curious about your

parents?"

Ximena pursed her lips into a straight line. She felt something was bursting out of her chest. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Miss Mo, you needn't care about who I am," the taxi driver said in a plain tone, without any emotion. "You only need know that I won't harm you." The journey continued until the driver said, in a soft tone, "Miss Mo, you've arrived."

Looking out of the window, Ximena saw her own fashion design shop. She turned her head back to look at the taxi driver. In an urgent tone, she asked, "What do you know about them?"

Shrugging, the taxi driver said, "The taxi fare is 28." Turning his head towards Ximena, he continued, "It is not time to talk about that. Somebody will meet you at the right occasion. And I advice you not to mention that to Mr. Aaron Leng, well, unless you want to complicate the issue..." After taking a pause, he added, "Don't worry. I guarantee that the informant will meet you at a crowded place. You don't need to be afraid that you might get hurt."

Ximena didn't know how she got back to her shop. The thought of the taxi driver's words about her parents had consumed her so much. She knew that it would be better for her not to know about the past, but she wanted to. She wanted to know why they had abandoned her after having her. It made her live a life worse than that of a dog or a pig.

"Ximena?" Grayson called her name for several times, but she didn't response at all. Seeing that she was absent-minded, he frowned slightly. In a louder voice, he tried again, "Ximena?"

"Hmn?" Ximena muttered, coming to herself all of a sudden. Looking at Grayson, who was standing by her side, she frowned and realized where she was. Removing the load from her mind, though temporarily, she said, "What's the matter?"

"The dress for the wife of the political commissar of the island is done. Should we send it to her now?" Grayson answered.

Still somewhat absent-minded, Ximena nodded and answered, "Okay. Send it to her."

Looking at Ximena, Grayson got a little worried. Wearing what he was feeling on his face, he asked Ximena, "Ximena, is everything alright?"

"I'm alright," Ximena answered, taking a deep breath. She stood up and took her bag, which was put aside. "I'm going home now. You can go back too when it is time to close the shop," she said.

"Okay," Grayson said. Looking at Ximena's fading back, Grayson frowned and mumbled to himself, "How could her face look so disappointed and spaced out after going out with Mr. Ted Leng?"

Ximena was standing at the door of her fashion design shop. Every time Aaron didn't pick her up, she took a taxi to go back to the manor. However, because of what had happened on her way back to the shop a while ago, she didn't dare hail a taxi, though she saw a few passing by.

The shop manager looked out of the window of the shop and found that Ximena had stood by the roadside for quite a while. Slightly confused, he walked out of the shop and came up to Ximena. "Miss Mo... Are you going to somewhere? Do you want me to give you a ride?" he asked.

Hearing the shop manager's voice, Ximena once again came to her senses. She shook her head at him and tried to pass a smile, though unconvincing, while saying, "No, thanks. I'll take a taxi. Please go ahead with your work." While they were talking, a taxi passed by. Ximena hailed it and got on it.

On her way to the manor, her mind was in a mess. That taxi driver had only mentioned her parents to her, without giving any information, and that was enough to stir her emotions. Confused by what she was feeling, her brain felt like a ball of string tousled by a naughty cat. At the same time, she was also becoming restless, as if she was going to discover something that she would not at all expect.

When she arrived at the manor, she didn't respond to any of the servants' greetings and walked straight to the garden house. Upon getting there, she plopped on the beanbag, picked up the remote, and opened the glass wall in front of her. Looking at the roses dancing in the breeze, she felt very weak.

When Aaron came back, he saw that Ximena was sleeping on the beanbag, her body curled up. Her lips were contorted to a tight frown and she looked grieved even in her sleep. Standing by her side, Aaron stared at her quietly. His face turned to an expression of deep grim and a tinge of complicated emotions colored his eyes.

'Why does she look so sad,' he thought, sighing deeply. 'Was it because of James?'

As James' name came to his mind, he felt his heart start pounding hard, and he was not able to breathe. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. After a while he opened his eyes and fixated them on Ximena once again. She looked incredibly in pain, and her eyebrows twisted together.

"Dad, mom..." she muttered in her sleep in a bitter tone, while her face looked like she was in pain and her curled body was trembling.

Hearing what she uttered, Aaron came closer and squatted in front of her. Seeing her in so much misery like this made his heart hurt. Modulating his voice, he softly called Ximena's name, in hopes of soothing her,"Ximena, Ximena..."

"Dad, mom..." Ximena, who had always been strong-minded, muttered in between sobs. Soon, tears were spilling from her closed eyes. And as if she was having a nightmare, she continued calling for her parents.

Seeing what was happening, Aaron also felt emotional. He felt great pity for her. Bending slightly, he held her into him arms and carried her away from the garden house, heading to the main house.

Perhaps it was because she felt a familiar embrace and warmth that Ximena, in her slumber, grasped Aaron's suit by instinct. She rubbed her body against his suit and then buried her face in his chest.

Aaron took her to the main house and placed her in the bed in their bedroom. Intending to just do that and go about his day, Aaron started to let go of Ximena. However, Ximena tightened her grip on his suit instead of releasing it. This was the first time he saw Ximena this way, this helpless. Her beautiful face looked so pitiful that he could not bear leaving her at that moment. In the end, he took off his shoes and lay down by her side in the bed. Then, stretching his arm under her neck, he held her into his arms.

In his arms, Ximena gradually relaxed and her uneasiness disappeared. However, she didn't loosen her grip on his suit at all. Her breathing gradually became even and her previously furrowed eyebrows relaxed.

The night came without Aaron noticing.

The bedroom was in total darkness, except for the dim light coming from one of the bedside lamps.

Ximena stirred and then woke up. To her surprise, what she saw first was the apathetic and cool face of Aaron. She was shocked. Also, she realized how she was still gripping Aaron's suit. Instinctively, she released her grip and quickly sat up on the bed. After looking around, she realized that she was already in the bedroom. Confused, she turned back to Aaron and asked, "Why am I here?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐