Love Began with the First Meeting

Hearing that, Aaron snorted and said in an indifferent tone, "Those words are not in my dictionary." While still speaking, he pulled the chair in front of the dressing table and sat on it. Then he fished a case of cigarette from his pocket. Picking up a cigarette from the case, he placed it between his lips, and then took out a lighter from his pocket. His manly series of actions ran smoothly without stopping.

With her eyes popped at him, Ximena turned her face aside in order to prevent herself from acting out of control.

However, when the flame from the lighter was about to touch the cigarette, Aaron stopped his action abruptly, as if something came to his mind all of a sudden. While his eyes were shining, he closed the lighter and put the cigarette back to the case.

With her eyes closed, Ximena waited for quite a while but didn't smell the smoke of the cigarette as she expected, so she took a peek in slight confusion, only to meet Aaron's eyes, which were quizzical. Feeling guilty inside, she glared at him and then turned her body around. Carelessly, she moved so violently that her sprained muscle was pulled.

"Ouch--" she could not help but cry out. "You deserve it!"

Aaron exclaimed with a cold and biting snort which cut through her scream. Looking at Ximena, who hurt so much that her whole face wrinkled, a painful expression flashed across Aaron's eyes. However, he didn't do anything to show his care. He only looked at her coldly and remained seated on his chair.

Not wanting to solicit any unwanted pity from Aaron, Ximena didn't make any sound after that scream. She pursed her lips into a straight line and gritted her teeth tightly, enduring silently the stabbing pain searing between her waist and hip. She was so stubborn that she suppressed herself not to cry out of pain in front of Aaron.

Bearing with the pain, she didn't move. She wanted to support her waist and hip with her hands to relieve the pain, but she didn't want to do that with Aaron's presence. Seeing her in such a situation and sensing her agony, Aaron understood what she was thinking. He stood up and sat by the side of the bed. While the bed was pressed down, his delicate hands touched Ximena's waist and hip softly, beginning to massage them rhythmically.

As he rubbed her muscle, the expression of pain on Ximena's face gradually faded away, while confusion gradually filled her eyes. Still unmoved, she only let Aaron rub her muscle. However, as he continuously rubbed, she felt her heart was starting to beat violently out of control.

Meanwhile, Aaron was still rubbing her muscle seriously. The room was so quiet that the sound of their breathing could be heard clearly, the atmosphere turned out to be intimate. Aaron could not help but shift his stare from her hips to her eyes. He could sense that she was far more relieved by his massage. As a result of the intimate atmosphere between them, both of them were drawn with each other as irons pulled by a magnet. Aaron was no longer rubbing her hips, instead, his hand just laid on her warm skin with just a thin cloth separating them. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he gazed at Ximena's neat brows, her innocent eyes, her pointed nose, and her rosy cheeks. He couldn't keep his eyes from lingering through her attractive face.

Trying to escape his lustful stare, Ximena's breaths became heavy. She tried her best to restrain her feelings. When finally she couldn't bear it any longer, she pushed Aaron's hand away violently. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes and said, "Uhhhmm, I'm hungry... Aren't you hungry?"

Looking at Ximena, who had been proud as a queen but now was blank, he suddenly had an impulse to push her into the bed without consideration to anything else.

Knowing clearly that he couldn't do that, he tried hard to shut off the hotness he felt at his lower abdomen. In a cold voice, he asked back, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Well, yes," still, in a daze, Ximena answered, "I said I was hungry just now." It was not until they were silent for a moment that she gradually came to herself. Moreover, it was exactly because she had come to her sense that she felt quite embarrassed instantly. In order to conceal her embarrassment, she said intentionally, "I can go downstairs. It doesn't hurt that much."

Aaron looked at her and stood up. Then he took a slight glance at her before he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

Seeing that he came downstairs, the maids began serving the dishes with his approval. As soon as all the dishes were placed on the dining table, Ximena managed to limp downstairs slowly step by step with her hands on the stair handrail.

Not showing her a tinge of concern, Aaron didn't even turn his head to look at her, but the periphery of his vision followed her footsteps closely. Secretly, he was ready to run to her as fast as he could in case she would lose her balance.

As careful as she could, Ximena walked very cautiously. Considering that she could not exert much strength from her waist, her hands grasped the handrail tightly, so as to prevent herself from rolling down the stairs. Although at the moment she had no idea how her pregnancy would end, she didn't want to lose her baby too early in such a clumsy way.

Finally, she managed to reach the end of the stairs safely. Taking a sideways glance at Aaron, Ximena could not help but cursed him silently, 'You behaved like a gentleman a moment ago in my bedroom, but now you just watch me coming downstairs with your cold eyes without even bothering to give me a hand.'

Of course, she could only utter those words silently. Aaron for sure would beat her hard if she would voice it out.

Pulling the sturdy chair by herself, she sat at the dining table. Looking at the dishes served on the table, she frowned and mumbled, "How could there be no spicy dish?"

Munching his food with his eyebrows slightly raised, Aaron took a slight glance at her and said coldly, "You may choose not to eat if you don't like the food!"

Curling her mouth, with a false smile, Ximena said, "Of course I will eat. If I choose not to eat only because of anger, it is I who will be starved. Right?"

Without replying to her, Aaron continued eating. As usual, when the two of them had a meal together, there was no sound on the dining table except for the sound of the utensils against the plate.

Standing aside waiting for their possible need, the butler looked at both Ximena and Aaron at the dining table now and then. He had worked for Aaron for a long time, but he hadn't seen him behave this way. Besides, since they had come back from the hospital today, the atmosphere had become somewhat weird.

While he was confused and wondering what had happened, a servant entered the dining room and told him something by his ear in a low voice. All of a sudden, he frowned and looked at Aaron. After thinking for a while, he decided to relay to him the message and walked towards the dining table and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Mr. Aldrich Leng is terminally ill..."

The butler wasn't able to finish his sentence when Aaron looked up at him and gave him a cold stare. 0000000