Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 971 Extra Story 109 Of Aaron Brother And Sister

With both hands in his trouser pockets, Aaron stared observantly at the two people on the sand beach from a distance. Gradually, his eyes darkened, and a wisp of raven hair escaped its gelled hold and fell across his forehead. Ken, who was standing behind him, sharing the same view, couldn't help but smile. His voice was modulated to kindliness as he spoke in a casual manner, "Your Highness, I haven't seen Miss Mo laugh so heartily in a long time. It seems that family means a lot to her."

Turning his eyes to look at Aaron, whose emotion was hard to catch due to his expressionless face, Ken added, "Although she and Mr. Hanson Gu are not biologically related, she cherishes him like a family."

Aaron didn't respond, as he kept constant eye contact at the direction where Hanson and Ximena walked further out and eventually disappeared into the horizon.

Ken sighed inwardly, looking out the same direction. Ximena's parents had died in an accident caused by Aaron's mother. Although it had not been intentional, the fact that she had been indirectly responsible for it could never be changed. Fortunately, Ximena hadn't left Aaron even after she had come to learn of that fact. Ken assumed it was most likely because she loved Aaron too much to blame him for her parents' death.

As a result, even though the unbearable truth was straining their relationship, Aaron didn't want to lose her, while she didn't show any intentions to leave either.

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Meanwhile at the airport, Ximena waved back at Hanson, who was waving at her while walking forward to the security check point. Before he passed through security, he shouted, "Ximena, take good care of yourself. When I come to see you next time, you'd better receive me with a happy smile. "

Ximena's hand froze in the air momentarily. In an instant, she felt her nose twitch and her eyes turn red against her control. She watched through the window as her brother walked away, and she shouted, "Brother, you take care of yourself too..."

Their eyes met one last time, and they smiled, before disappearing from each other's sight. Ximena cherished the strong bond between family members as an intimate part of her life that could never die. The strength she received from such affection, gradually made her believe that it was meaningless to linger in the past and that she should try to be happy for the future, leaving the past behind. Perhaps it would take a very long time for her to feel relieved and happy; or perhaps it would not take long for her to understand such happiness. As she walked out of the airport terminal, a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Ximena raised her head, squinting her eyes at the last glint of the setting sun. In an attempt to live the way Hanson had asked her to, she strengthened her resolve. 'Dad, mom, will you support me? I know you would want me to be happy, right?'

Taking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes wide and exhaled as if to let go of all the things that kept her from looking forward into the future. Although, she didn't know what it was, but something in her changed at that moment. Then she turned around and walked to the parking lot. With the sound of smoking tires squealing and the roar of a Ford Mustang's engine, the jewelry blue roadster leapt out of the parking lot and sped onto the expressway, sneering at speed limits as it headed to the urban area.

The magnificent monster on wheels stopped at the door of "Only Memory" with hard brake and the subsequent screeching sound of friction between the tires and the ground, drawing the attention of everybody who stood nearby.

Ximena stepped out of the roadster and walked towards her shop in an arrogant and elegant strut, turning heads of every man and woman on the side of the road, whose eyes she ignored with a look of haughty disdain. This was the first time she had taken the roadster out for a ride. She couldn't even remember when Aaron had given it to her as a gift. As far as she could recall, he must have given it to her soon after he noticed her skimming through a magazine that had the picture of the roadster on its cover. Ximena always knew that everything she did was being monitored by Aaron, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he kept a watchful eye on her. She liked using incredibly luxurious things to cover up the anxiety in her heart. He knew that clearly. He knew her quite well.

Before Ximena entered the elevator, the reception personnel at the front desk tried to get her attention a few times, but failed. Unfortunately, Ximena couldn't catch the urgency from her expression. As the elevator doors closed with a beep, she managed to get a few incoherent words out hastily, but the rest was never made it out of her mouth. Turning her head to look at the gorgeous roadster parked outside, the receptionist could not help but envy her boss. She heaved a sigh of exasperation, mumbling to herself, "His Highness treats Ximena like a queen. A luxury roadster as a gift? That's insane."

She turned her head towards the closed elevator and said, "His Highness is waiting for you in your office..."

When Ximena walked in, she was startled by the dark silhouette of man sitting on the chair, until her eyes adjusted. She frowned for a second, looking at Aaron, who hadn't appeared at her workplace in over a year. Her instincts forced her face to turn and look at the clothes over the model hanger on the side.

With an indifferent, cold voice of a villain, he had a natural for menace.

"I tried it on just now. It fits me quite well." As the words spilled over his cold lips, he saw the corners of Ximena's mouth stiffen and her face became pale. It amused him and he asked, "When did you make it?"

He walked towards the hanger, his slender fingers gently brushed over the clothes. The man had the swagger of someone no person would want to lock eyes with, let alone cross. Turning his daunting gaze towards Ximena, who was about to say something, he said, interjecting an occasional smirk, "It's exactly my size... Isn't this for me?"

Ximena swallowed the words of denial that had gathered in her throat, permanently discarding them from her mind. Masking her fear in a flawless facade and a false smile, she said, "Yes, this is for you. But it was made several months ago."

While saying that, she walked to her desk in an utterly nonchalant and arrogant gait. She threw her handbag on the table casually and sat on the chair. She picked up a pen from the side as she turned her head to look at Aaron. "You..." she opened her mouth to speak, but instantaneously, Hanson's words came to her mind, so she pursed her lips instead and sighed in despair. With a softer tone, she continued, "What brings you here?"

Aaron withdrew his hand back from the clothes and put both hands into his trouser pockets as he turned around to face Ximena. "I was just passing by the shop... so I figured I'd drop by and see how you were doing." The time she spent with her brother this morning must have made her happy. It was the only explanation to why she had a confident smile on her face even thought Aaron was standing right in front of her. Indeed, this was a rare occurrence in her. Even Aaron couldn't remember the last time he had seen such a resolved look in her eyes.

"Passing by?" Ximena couldn't help but give him a snarky smile, "I don't see what reason Your Highness could have for passing by here..." After all, she was no longer working from the shop near his company. It made no sense for him to pass by her new shop as it was located far from the Leng's Corporations, the villa or the manor.

"I was on my way to meet Mr. Brian Long," Aaron stared at her deeply. "I stopped by to pick you up! Let's go there together!"

"I..." Ximena frowned, ardently wishing to refuse him, but how could she? However, the frown transformed into a smile the next second as she suddenly thought of something. Before she had met Molly, Ximena hadn't really had any friends. She felt close to Molly after their first meeting because they were both with similar men and they had faced different yet somehow similar experiences. Although they had only spoken with each other for an hour or two at the most, she felt like they had known each other for a long time. 000000000000