Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 989 Extra Story 127 Of Aaron Disappearance

Ximena's good mood had extended to the next morning when she got up after having a long sweet dream, in which her aunt appeared in her life. She yawned and slowly opened her eyes. The morning sunlight came through the floral patterned sheer curtain and sprinkled the room with delicate golden light. After raining heavily during the whole night, it was as if the heavens had smiled upon Ximena and granted her a beautiful day to match her calm and cheerful demeanor.

She stretched her slender limbs lazily in the bed and turned her head to the side only to replace that the bed was already empty. Reaching across, she touched the pillow with her hand, and could still feel some warmth there. Unless Aaron was away on a business trip or there had arisen some other exceptional circumstance, they would sleep together in the same bed, now. Even if they had been quarreling, there was no exception. Perhaps it was because unknowingly, neither of them was willing to drive a wedge between their relationship. Ximena rolled over to Aaron's side of the bed, and a cheeky grin suddenly appeared on her face when she remembered what had happened last night. 'Sometimes it's fun to play tricks on him,' she thought, as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash and groom herself. Once she had dressed, she went to the dining room, had a simple breakfast, and left the manor. She made a stop to "Only Memory" first. Then after quickly organizing today's work for the staff to do, she drove to the suburb where Freya worked as a nanny. Ximena wanted to replace a more suitable house to buy for her aunt in that area, which would then be closer to the home where her aunt currently worked. Also, the residential area where her aunt lived was dangerous, and the house was old and run-down. Shortly after, Ximena arrived at the address and parked the car out the front of a western-style house where Freya was working. While remaining in the driver's seat, Ximena glanced out of the car window and noticed the same man that she had seen in the house yesterday, carrying a garbage bag to the dumpster bin.

All of a sudden Ximena shuddered and got a chill up her spine, she frowned for a brief moment but didn't think anything of it and then proceeded to get out of the car striding over to him. "Excuse me," she said. The man turned and looked at her in surprise. "I have a question to ask you. Is my... is Freya here?"

"She didn't come in today," the man answered, shrugging. Then he furrowed his brows in confusion, and asked, "Who are you?" It seemed that he was puzzled by the situation and found it unusual that somebody could be looking for Freya. He mumbled, "I've never heard Freya mention that she had a friend or relative on QY Island."

"She...do you know why she didn't come here today?" Ximena asked, with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. While she waited for the man to answer, her heart was in her throat, and her beautiful almond eyes stared at him, wide-eyed for fear of missing any expression on his face.

However, the man just shook his head and said, "I don't know what has happened to her.

It's never happened before since she began to work for our family. Also, she has no contact information, so we're not able to get in touch with her..."

Before he finished saying his words, Ximena turned around and quickly got into her car. "Well, Freya..." the man's voice trailed off as he watched her leap into her car and accelerate off at fast speed down the road. He shook his head and frowned deeper then turned around and walked into his house.

With a solemn expression on her face, Ximena weaved in and out of traffic at high speed heading to Freya's place of residence. For the time being, she dared not allow herself to speculate of any possibilities of what might have happened to her aunt. She was afraid that the first conjecture that had come to her mind would become a reality.

"Creak-"

The car screeched to a halt drawing the attention of everybody that was around the slummy neighborhood. Even the people in the buildings looked curiously out of their windows to see what was happening. When they saw the fancy car, they all gaped in astonishment. As far as they could remember, none of them had ever seen such a luxurious car here before. They all stared in wonder when they saw the sophisticated and elegant lady exit the vehicle.

However, Ximena was too flustered to take any notice of what was going on around her. Instead, she ran with hast to the dilapidated house where she had seen Freya enter yesterday when she had dropped her off. Before she reached the front door of the house, an overweight middle-aged woman with rollers in her hair, waddled out mumbling curses under her breath. Ximena stopped in her tracks while gazing at the woman and then she glanced at the house where Freya had been living. After a short pause, she dashed over to the woman and asked, "Excuse me, is the woman who lives here at home?"

"No, she doesn't live here anymore," the middle-aged woman barked. "How could she do this to me? She left without telling me in advance. She only left a message on a piece of paper. She's not a child to behave this way?"

When Ximena heard what the woman had said, her heart skipped a beat. "You, you said..." she was having trouble completing the sentence because of how distressed she felt. Taking a deep breath to calm down first, she tried again. "You said that she left?" The middle-aged woman grimaced with disgust making her look even less attractive than she had been before. However, when she noticed how Ximena was behaving and the concern that was in her eyes, her face suddenly brightened. "Well, You know her. Right? Great! Please pay the house rent as well as water, electricity, and gas charges for the last month for her," she said with both of her hands on her hips and shaking her head. She then pulled a note out of her pocket and rudely slapped it into Ximena's hand and held her fleshy palm out waiting for Ximena to give her money. "Freya said that I could go to that place written on the note to get her wage to pay for those expenses," she complained while rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't have rented this house to her had I known she was so pitiful!" Ximena scowled at the woman and unfolded the note in her hand. She read what was scribbled down on the piece of paper, and it was just as the woman had said. Ximena's heart sank, and she was overwhelmed with sadness. At the same time, she felt outraged by the way this woman spoke ill of her aunt, which was evident by the expression on her face. Ximena opened her handbag and pulled out her purse, then handed the woman a generous amount of money. She glared at her and warned, "You keep everything in the house just as it is. Don't you dare touch anything inside!" The woman looked at the thick stack wad of money in her hand and couldn't conceal her happiness. When Ximena saw the obvious greed in the woman's eyes, she felt disgusted with her. She then added, "If I replace anything is missing in the house, you won't get off so lightly!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" the middle-aged woman answered in a hurry. She completely ignored the apparent disgust on Ximena's face and the threat in her voice, because the money in her hand was more than enough to make her happy. She was almost mad with joy. When Ximena entered the house, the woman was still gloating and couldn't believe her good fortune. She mumbled to herself, "I just got a free ride. The money virtually fell into my lap." She cackled with glee.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐