Love Comes After Hate

Chapter 43
I have never seen such a Aaron, as if the relationship between their brothers was not very good.
When I thought he wouldn’t answer and planned to change to a lighter topic, he suddenly said. “We’re often mistaken, so I have
the first condition for choosing a mate.”
“What?”
“No matter when and where, he will not recognize me as my brother.”
I thought this request was funny at first, but when I turned my head, I found something else.
Did his former girlfriend recognize him as his brother?
Like Wendy?
On the day Wendy and Blake’s marriage, it was the little brother, not her ex boyfriend Aaron, who was excited.
Wendy likes Aaron, but Aaron is very cold to her.
It is very likely a triangle love.
Well, it maybe Aaron’s brother who secretly helped Wendy kill my parents.
I wanted to inquire more about his brother, but he’s in a bad mood. And he didn’t want to talk. He turned on the radio, listened to
the song, and drove all the way to my house in silence.
After parking the car, he rolled the window and looked at the house: “You live here?”
“Well, the house is a little old, but it’s enough for me and my daughter.”
“Is it very small?”
“One bedroom and one living room.”
He frowned again: “I heard you have a daughter. Who is taking care of the baby now?”

Hearing that he cared about my daughter, my nerves tightened, but my face remained calm: “I hired a nanny.”
“Three people in such a small house, and painting takes up space. I happen to have an idle house under my name. You can mov
e
over.”
“No,” I said without thinking, “Although the house is small, I will make reasonable arrangements.”
“Don’t be welcome and don’t have such a strong self–esteem. Everyone will encounter difficulties. I should help you as a friend.”
I pursed my lips: “But, are we friends?”
He raised his eyebrows, looked at me and laughed: “I regard you as a friend, but you seem to have a deep defense against me.”
I bowed my head, sighed, and then looked up at him: “It’s not for you, but after being betrayed by my ex husband and assistant, I
was on guard.”
He nodded: “I can understand, but I’m not a bad man.”
“I didn’t say you were bad. Besides, you’ve helped me many times, but my daughter’s health is not very good. She needs to go t
o
the hospital often. It will be more convenient to live near the hospital.
“Fine,” he said, “But you can use my house as a studio and go home at night. It’s reasonable that you draw for me and I provide
you the place.”
I feel a little excited about this. It’s hard to avoid distraction when working from home. It’s good to have a small world of quiet.
work.
So I said I could go there to see and decide. He said he would go on a business trip tomorrow and would ask the assistant to take
me to see what I need at that time.

After seeing Aaron off, I immediately called Jack and asked him to check Aaron’s twin brother.
The next day. Aaron’s assistant contacted me.
This time, a female assistant named Mary came. She was very young, at most twenty–four or five years old.
She drove me to an apartment not far from Hengtai headquarters. The apartment was on the top floor, with good lighting and
sound insulation. The large bedroom was transformed into a studio. The assistant said that all rooms and things could be used fre
and it was OK to live here.
I asked. “Is this your company’s real estate?”
“No, it’s President Aaron’s own house. Because it has been vacant, it’s for you to use.”
I noticed that there were a pile of used gouache and oil painting sticks on the balcony, which had been overdue for several years.
I couldn’t help asking. “President Aaron also draws?”
Mics After Hate