Cheat with my boyfriend best friend by Jane E.L.

Chapter 428 Indifferent Family

But soon, I understood why Aaron had instructed me to say such words in advance

When we hurried back to New York with gifts, it was Christmas Eve. Whether it was the shops we happened to encounter on the street or the residential houses near the road, they all made me feel the strong festive atmosphere

As the car drove into the Morris estate, the noticeably deserted atmosphere made me doubt several times whether Aaron had been away for too long, so he took the wrong road and led me into someone else's abandoned backyard

After the car came to a stop, apart from a few servants who came to help us with our luggage,

there was no one to welcome our return, neither me nor Aaron

Mr. Morris and Mrs. Morris were sitting 1n the living room, drinking coffee. When I greeted them, they politely smiled and responded. Then, they went back to what they were doing, even without exchanging pleasantries with their long- absent

son

Aaron seemed accustomed to this and took me and our daughters upstairs to a room that had been arranged by the servants, resembling a hotel suite. He told me that this would be our living space for the near future

The room was spacious and spotless, but as far as the eye could see, from the teacups to the cloakroom, everything was standard equipment for guests, and nothing belonged to anyone

In other words, this was not the room where Aaron grew up in this mansion

He seemed to sense my doubts, and after putting the children in their cradles, he walked over and sat down next to me on the sofa, naturally explaining, "I don't have my own room here. At first, it was because I lived at school. Later, when I got my own house, even things like photo albums were moved away. Over time, the servants also stopped the habit of leaving a room for me. And with the recent renovation of the estate, my room was simply redecorated into this guest room."

Aaron spoke calmly, and I tried to detect a hint of resentment or unwillingness in his words, but it was clear that I was overthinking

He told the story just like he was narrating someone else's tale, without any fluctuations

throughout, but for some reason, there was a hint of faint melancholy in the trailing notes of his words

I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his waist and tilted my head to plant a kiss on his brow bone, saying, "I'm sorry, I thought... never mind

If you feel uncomfortable, I have a house in New York too, we can go back and stay there."

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To be honest, at that moment, the brilliance of independent women seemed to envelop my entire being. I had never imagined that I would confidently invite Aaron to stay in my small house in such a luxurious mansion

But the fact is, my small house was much warmer than his "home"

Aaron smiled and agreed, but I also knew that we were just joking. Since we were already

here, leaving on Christmas Day would be like lighting the fuse of a powder keg, even if this family itself had no conflicts

But it wasn't until the next day, when the whole family gathered in the dining room for breakfast, that I realized this family was more than just a simple conflict

Based on the brief encounter last night, I initially thought that Mr. Morris and Mrs

Morris were just reserved 1n character

However, today, just because the fried egg was cooked on both sides instead of one, Mr. Morris scolded the servant harshly, completely reshaping my perception of successful individuals

Aaron seemed equally displeased with his father's explosive temper. Unlike last night when he avoided confrontation, he directly

mocked him for eating too much, which nearly caused old Morris to spill his coffee

"Aaron, do you feel like you were very impressive now? You could save a company on the verge of collapse, and even give advice on your father's life, right?"

I was startled, but Aaron beside me seemed unfazed, silently cutting the buttered bread without saying another word. It was as if the sarcastic remark just now didn't come from his mouth at all, causing Mr. Morris' anger to dissipate like touching cotton

In the end, Mrs. Morris managed to smooth things over by offering me a taste of her freshly baked cookies

But I could feel that her attitude towards me was a superficial enthusiasm, and there was

always a scrutinizing look in her eyes, which made me deeply uncomfortable

I remembered a few years ago, I had asked Aaron about his parents. He only mentioned that he had a bad relationship with his father, but had no complaints about his mother

However, I searched through my memory and couldn't find any news about Mr. Morris getting divorced and remarried. The woman Aaron referred to as his mother should be Mrs. Morris

But looking at this mother and son at the moment, they don't seem to have a good relationship. Could there be another hidden story behind it?