The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold)
Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Pulling out her phone, she shot a WhatsApp message to Arnold: [Arno, free tonight? Fancy grabbinga bite?]

Almost instantly, he replied, [Why not come over to my place? I'll whip up something special foryou. Plus, you can catch up with Amy.]

[Sounds good.]

After work, Arnold picked her up in his car, and they headed to his villa by Moonlight Lake.

As they entered the yard, a small rabbit was playfully hopping about the grass. It had three naturallegs and

one mechanical one.

"Amy!" Aurelia crouched down and patted it on the head.

The rabbit didn't shy away but nudged its little head against her palm.

Arnold chuckled, “Seems like she still remembers you.”

11.00

Chapter 35

After dinner, Arnold took her upstairs to show her the photographs he had taken.

Seizing the opportunity, Aurelia broached the subject she had in mind.

"Actually, Arno, there's something I need your help with. The Paris Jewelry Expo is coming up, andit's my first time participating as an official designer. I'm hoping to create a promotional video that'llturn heads. You're the best photographer I know. I was wondering if you could?”

“Sure.”

Even before she could complete her sentence, Arnold readily agreed, leaving her slightly stunned.Arnold gave her a reassuring smile and patted her head, “Aurelia, whenever you need help, don'thesitate to ask. I won't turn you down.”

His voice was so gentle. It was as if it was dripping honey. Aurelia’s heart fluttered, “Thank you!”Back home, Aurelia was over the moon and in the mood for some art.

She turned on the music, set up her canvas, and picked up her paintbrush.

“The world’s so big, yet I met you.”

Humming to the tune, she painted with fervor, oblivious to the person who quietly walked into theroom.

On the canvas, a field of lavender swayed in the wind, under a beautiful sunset sky.

A man and a woman stood amidst the lavender, gazing at the setting sun. The breeze ruffled thewoman's long hair and billowed the man's trench coat.

A smile tugged at Leopold's lips, his mouth curving into an enchanting arc.

He had thought that after his harsh critique the previous day, she would be despondent for a while.But surprisingly, she had bounced back quickly, daydreaming again.

She really had admirable resilience and a never-say—die spirit.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, “Who's in the painting?”