Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 985 Extra Story 123 Of Aaron Ximena's Biological Mother

"Freya! Freya, look!" Jenna said excitedly, her eyes glowing. She mysteriously raised the object in her hand in front of Freya and said happily, "Look! I got it."

Freya was confused at first and then looked carefully at the object in her sister's hand. As soon as she recognized it, she was thrilled. She held Jenna's arms and jumped up and down, screaming, "How did you get it? Ahh! Sister, tell me! Is this the only one?" As she was jumping cheerfully, the two braids she wore also swayed up and down. She added, "I want one as well... please..." Jenna raised her chin slightly and said proudly, "This one was rather hard to get. How many do you think I have?" As she spoke, she also caught a glimpse of the anxiety and eagerness spreading over Freya's face. She then asked slowly, "Do you want it?" "Of course I do!" Freya pursed her lips. Slightly pulling her sister's arm, she pleaded, "Sister, my sweet sister, please! Please..."

"I will give it to you," Jenna Fu turned sideways to look at Freya Fu and said, "If you come back to our Fu Family residence, I'll give it to you."

Freya's actions slowed down immediately. Her face became stiff and indifferent, and she said flatly, "Fine, it doesn't matter if you don't want to give it to me. Humph! I'll figure out a way to get it as well."

Jenna knew that her half-sister Freya was just avoiding coming back home. She felt her heart clench. Yet, she stuck the photo into Freya's face and said, pouting her lips, "I got this after doing a week of free chores for him. How do you think you will get one so easily?" She sat in her seat showing her back to her sister and continued depressingly and even a bit angrily, "I spent so much effort on it, but you are not willing to give me any hope, not even a blur of hope."

Looking at the frustrated look on Jenna's face, Freya felt a little guilty. She smacked her lips and sat down next to her. Freya grabbed Jenna's arm affectionately, and said with a sweet smile, "Sister... My dearest sister... You're the best." She put her chin on Jenna's arm, and looked at her sister's pouting face, her beautiful apricot eyes sparkling. She showed a pitiful expression and said gently, "Even though I have moved out of the house, we can still meet every day." She continued as she rubbed her chin against Jenna's arm, "Sister, sister..."

"All right! You know that I can't say no to your sweet words. I am not mad at you anymore!" Jenna said hopelessly. After a deep sigh, she continued, "He is having a masquerade next week. Would you like to come with me?"

As soon as Freya heard it, her eyes widened and she had an unbelievable look on her face. Jenna dramatically took out two tickets from her pocket, waved them like a magician's trick and said proudly, "How about now? Can you see these?" "Oh my God!" Freya said, worshiping her sister. "How did you get these?"

"I have my own ways," Jenna said mysteriously and smiled with increasing pride. Freya thought that if her elder sister had a tail, it would be wagging high up in the air at that moment. Then she heard her sister ask, "Well, do you want to go or not?"

"Of course I do!" Freya said and nodded quickly, looking admiringly at Jenna. "You really are the best sister in the world." As she spoke, she took a careful look at the young man in the picture. It was a picture of the famous Manson Mo, with deep sunny eyes, who also was publicly recognized as the Prince Charming. *

"Auntie, Auntie..." Ximena called gently.

"Hmmm?!" Freya answered blankly and then realized that she had been lost in her old memories. She looked at Ximena and blinked her eyes slowly. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. She said spontaneously, "You look just like..."

"Who?" Ximena asked, raising her eyebrows in excitement. "Dad or Mom?" She grinned, and slightly deflected her face. "I think Dad and I look sort of alike, but my eyes are like Mom's." She stared at Freya and added, "But my eyes also look like yours, Auntie." Freya's body suddenly trembled. The expression on her face was stiff at first, and then she tried to squeeze a smile and stammered, "Heh, heh... I... My sister and I had very similar eyes. Both... Both of us looked like your grandmother." "You're right," Ximena said excitedly, nodding. "Yours and Mom's eyes definitely look alike. They are so beautiful." She giggled and raised her eyebrows. Her hidden meaning was that she thought that her eyes were beautiful as well.

The dinner with her Auntie put Ximena in a great mood, but Freya was obviously absent-minded the whole time. When she realized that time was slipping by fast, she was reluctant to part with Ximena.

"Auntie, why don't you move into my house and live with me?" Ximena proposed abruptly. She figured that Aaron wouldn't refuse her idea.

During their dinner conversation, Freya had learned that Ximena was the boss of the famous design shop "Only Memory", which had been very popular since the past two years, and that she was also the Aaron's woman. Mixed feelings welled inside her. But it was a great relief that she was living a good life now.

"If I lived with you, it wouldn't be convenient for me to go to my employer's place in the morning," Freya refused her politely. She also had other concerns which she couldn't tell Ximena. And since she was used to a life in prison, she didn't mind living alone. Ximena wanted to say something to persuade her, but after some thought, she realized that it would be inconvenient if she took Freya to her place abruptly. She figured it would be better to buy a decent apartment for her first, and make other plans later. "Alright then, I'll drive you back after dinner," Ximena said earnestly. Looking at the drizzle outside, she continued in a sad tone, rather unwilling to part with Freya, "Auntie, you are not going to refuse this too, are you?"

Freya shook her head. "I won't." She smiled and said, "Okay! Let's go."

They left the restaurant and walked towards her car. Ximena smiled and opened the door for Freya, then walked around and sat in the driver's seat. Without Freya's guidance, she drove her home easily. She was quite familiar with the dilapidated houses and tube buildings where the lower-class people of QY Island lived. Seeing Freya living in a shabby place like that, she felt bad for her, although she clearly knew that the environment for people like her was always this bad.

"Auntie, I was wondering if you..." Ximena hesitated slightly, looking at the dilapidated houses around her, "Can you tell your employer that you will resign tomorrow? If you feel bored after resigning from here, you can work at my store. And if you want to do something else, then I can-"

"Let's talk about this later," Freya interrupted her. "When I got out of prison, only my current employer was willing to hire me. So, I really appreciate him. I have been working there for a long time, for both the old master and the new young master. If you ask me to leave now... I am afraid I might not be able to get used to a different lifestyle."000000