Chapter 44
Yolanda immediately grasped the meaning of Aaron's look. She waved her hand and said, "Don't misunderstand, I definitely don't mean that."
Then she sincerely flattered, "Brother, a man like you is so good. Few men are like gentlemen in good manners."
"Enough." Aaron didn't even know where she learned these strange sentences from.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed to the sofa chair opposite, "Sit down."
Yolanda obediently sat over.
"Why did you come here without telling me? To surprise me?"
Yolanda twisted her bag strap with both hands, looking like she was saying he should have known her intention. She then replied, "Or you really think I come here to peek at you changing clothes."
She thought, "Oh, seriously. Do men have to be told everything clearly?
They should know what I mean and whom I point at."
Aaron wanted to laugh at her bashful appearance.
He propped his elbows on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and said slowly, "But I saw that you were having a good time peeking behind the curtain."
Yolanda was lost for words.
"Are you satisfied?"
After an awkward cough, Yolanda nodded quite calmly, "Not bad."
To be honest, Aaron had a good figure.
Especially the tight back muscle made her feel a sense of security, and the inverted triangle of the mermaid line brought a faintly seductive and sexy feeling.
Wait a minute.
She suddenly realized she was enchanted by Aaron's body.
She told herself, "How could I have such a dirty mind?
Oh, I'm impure!"
Aaron stared at her who displayed a thoughtful expression for a minute. Later her face blushed the next, but then a serious and dignified expression flashed on her face. Her expression changed a lot.
He leaned back casually. Looking at her, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Yolanda returned to her mind, pursed her lips and answered subconsciously, "I'm thinking about you."
Hearing her words, Aaron was stunned.
Yolanda actually regretted it after saying it impulsively, feeling that she was really not reserved enough, but she made a comparison.
Compared with "I'm thinking about your body", "I'm thinking about you" was more graceful.
To defuse her embarrassment, she asked back, "Don't you miss me these days?"
Before Aaron spoke, Ms. Twelve appeared again.
She knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Jensen, the old Mrs. Jensen asks Yura to go down to drink something."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed the door open and came in, with a stack of clean clothes in her hand. Standing at the door, she said, "Did I disturb you?"
Yolanda was speechless.
She thought Ms. Twelve did it on purpose.
Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have any objection, Ms. Twelve brought the clothes in dutifully and went on, "Mr. Jensen, these are the ones you changed yesterday. They have all been dry-cleaned."
She turned around and hung the shirts in the wardrobe one by one. After a pause, she took out one of them and said, "Mr. Jensen, I'm not blaming you. But when will you let me wash the black shirt you've worn since you came back from Darlington? Has it been worn or blessed by the Immortal? Otherwise, why don't you let me wash it?"
Aaron was speechless.
So was Yolanda.
Aaron quickly went over and put the black shirt back in place, and then glanced at Ms. Twelve, "I didn't realize that you had such a strong desire to perform before."
Ms. Twelve was confused.
"Get out."
Feeling wronged. Ms. Twelve was asked to get out of the room.
Silence filled the room.
After a long while, Yolanda coughed and said with a repressed smile, "Well, you don't have to answer that question. I know the answer."
However, Aaron didn't feel embarrassed after his secret was exposed at all. On the contrary, he was extremely calm and said with a straight face, "It's good that you know it."
After saying that, he raised his chin and pointed downstairs, "Let's go down and drink something."
Curling her lips, Yolanda got up after him and echoed, "Okay."
The two of them went downstairs one after the other.
Probably knowing that Yolanda would come back, Ms. Twelve cooked her favorite desserts. The whole family sat at the table and talked about their daily life. Suddenly, Mary asked, "Yura, do you have a boyfriend?"
Hearing it, Yolanda almost choked.
She wiped her mouth with the tissue and answered. "Not yet."
Mary seemed satisfied with her answer and continued, "Your brother Aaron doesn't have a girlfriend as well."
Yolanda blushed inexplicably, and she got a feeling that there was more to it than what is said.
But the next second, Mary suddenly looked at her affectionately and said, "If you have a girl of the right age, could you set them up?"
After a pause, she said to Aaron, "Looking at you. You should also pay attention to the man who is appropriate to Yura. After all, you two have mistakenly become siblings."
Yolanda didn't know what she should say.
She thought Mary was quite amusing and entertaining.
Aaron replied indifferently, "Don't worry about us."
Yolanda was stunned for a moment and looked at him.
"About us."
"Us?" she thought.
In her mind, this word was too meaningful, as if it had unilaterally locked the relationship between him and her.
Yolanda knew the meaning, but Mary didn't.
She understood what Aaron said literally, but she didn't think too much and then they changed the topic.
Yolanda also talked about something else with Mary so calmly. Occasionally, her eyes met Aaron's and then she quickly withdrew the sight.
It seemed that they were having an affair, but in fact, their hearts were beating so fast.
At this moment, Yolanda truly understood the emotion of the fake siblings in the soap opera Endless Affection when facing their parents.
She thought it was quite thrilling.
After the dessert, Aaron was about to drive Yolanda back.
"Which hotel are you staying in?" he asked when he got in the car.
"I'm not staying in a hotel," Yolanda said while fastening her seat belt. "I'm living in Glasgow Apartment on the Moon Street."
Aaron paused and frowned, "Why do you live there?"
"It's the room rented by my brother."
"Is Marc here, too?"
"Is... there any problem?"
This name bothered Aaron a lot.
Every time her true brother appeared was to compete with him for Yolanda, without exception.
Just like this time.
Aaron's eyes darkened. He didn't say anything and drove to the Glasgow Apartment on the Moon Street.
Unexpectedly, Yolanda always managed to rub the thing in as she took the initiative to ask about what happened on the phone in the afternoon.
"Didn't you say that you would tell me what you were doing this afternoon when I returned to the Capital?"
At a red-light intersection, Aaron calmly stepped on the brakes, stopped for a few seconds and looked at Yolanda sideways.
"I'm looking for a department."
Yolanda remembered the words she heard on the phone this afternoon "Mr. Jensen, what do you think about these departments". Suddenly she understood, "Oh, you want to buy a department?"
Aaron replied, "Buy it for you to live in."
Yolanda was stunned.
Almost in an instant, the words "the secret mistress" jumped into her mind.
No wonder he looked unhappy when he knew that Marc had rented a department for her.
It turned out that her true brother had unintentionally ruined the fake brother's plan.
The heat surged up through her throat. She asked, "But, why do you buy me a department?"
"Not exactly for you to live alone," Aaron paused and said faintly. "I will live, too."
This time Yolanda was really shocked.
She stared at Aaron with a look of disbelief.
She couldn't believe that she would become a secret mistress in a sense.
She didn't expect Aaron just spoke out frankly.
"So I'll talk to your brother about it later." The green light was on, and Aaron turned the steering wheel with one hand. after driving dozens of meters, he suddenly sighed impatiently, "Why do you have a real brother?"
Yolanda didn't know what she should reply to.
When the car arrived at the Glasgow Apartment, it was like an inevitable thing for Aaron as they met Marc who just came back.
"What a coincidence. Do you drive her back?" Marc greeted him gently.
Aaron looked up at the apartment building and said indifferently, "Yolanda is 23 years old. I don't think it's appropriate for her to live with a 29-year-old brother."
Yolanda was speechless.
They were all men. How could Marc not understand Aaron's idea He smiled, "What do you mean then?"
"I prepared a separate apartment for her."
"Really?" Marc asked with a bigger smile, "Will she live alone?"
After a while, Aaron said frankly, "I will take care of her."
Spring came late in the Capital. It was already April but the night breeze was still a little cold, which made Yolanda feel chilly between her two brothers.
Marc pulled her to his side and said with a smile, "Mr. Jensen, you are a grown-up man. You should know that it seems even more inappropriate to live with my sister who is still unmarried."
Yolanda suddenly felt the conflict would spark between them.
She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Aaron was pushy, and her brother was not a pushover.
Fortunately, the conversation ended soon.
Aaron didn't argue anymore. He just nodded and his lips seemed to twist a bit. Then he replied, "Fine."
Yolanda felt like he meant "just wait and see".
"Go back to bed early."
After saying that, Aaron went back to the car with an indifferent expression. After the engine roared and the window was rolled up, the black car quickly disappeared in the night.
Looking at the back of the car, Yolanda said to Marc helplessly, "Can you two stop talking harshly every time you meet? It bothers me."
Marc answered, "How could I let you live with him when you aren't in a relationship with him yet?"
"I know." After a short pause, she continued, "But you are not allowed to be rude to him."
Marc was lost for words.
Although the main reason why she came back to the Capital was because of Aaron, she was still devoted to her career.
The development team that Aaron assigned to her soon entered the company. They were capable and efficient. As for Yolanda, she was a green hand, so she had to learn from them and make progress in many cases. As a result, she stayed in the office almost all the time in the first week she came to the Capital.
She didn't go shopping, eat at restaurants, or go to bars.
Instead, she plowed on reading various documents, ate take-out, had meetings and met with partners.
It was also at this time that she realized what an excellent team it was given by Aaron as the team helped a lot boost the project.
"Miss Walter, Mr. Perry's screenwriting team just called to say something had happened and they have to postpone the meeting for an hour."
The man who spoke was Lewis Hoyle, the personal secretary assigned by Aaron to Yolanda. He was not only good at business, but also a handsome man.
Still devoted to reading documents, Yolanda looked up, watched the time and asked, "Is it changed to six o'clock?"
Lewis replied, "Yes."
It was really an awkward time.
"Okay," taking a sip of the water on the desk, Consuela said. "Order the food from the opposite restaurant for me, please."
She thought the meeting would last at least two or three hours. She should have dinner in advance, or she couldn't make it during the meeting.
Twenty minutes later, the fast food was delivered. Yolanda quickly opened it, only to find that the dishes were cold and the rice was very hard to swallow.
Yolanda forced herself to take a few bites. At five fifty, Lewis came in and told her, "Mr. Perry's team is in the meeting room."
"Okay." Yolanda hurriedly put the take-out box aside, took out the mirror to fix her makeup, and then got up, "Let's go."
Lewis nodded and followed her. Before he walked out of the office, he looked back at the meal on the desk that she had only eaten a few bites.
When she came out of the meeting room again, it was already half past nine in the evening.
The meeting lasted half an hour longer than she had expected.
Holding the heavy draft in her hands, Yolanda went back to her office. When she sat on the chair, she felt like her body was falling apart.
The elders in this group were better than better. She focused all her attention on listening to their terms and rule, to be honest.
It was quite exhausting.
It was not until then that she realized how loose Aaron had been to her.
When she entered this circle, she had to handle all kinds of people and balance interests. Every time she got involved, she would be exhausted.
She tried to sit straight and continue to look at the main point of the discussion, but her vision became blurred as she looked at it.
...
Her eyelids were about to close together as if they were out of control.
Leaning against the desk, Yolanda thought that she would just take a ten-minute nap. Then she needed to make a comparison and analysis with the scriptwriter teams she had met these days and choose a cooperative team as soon as possible.
It was at this moment that Aaron came over.
She had worked overtime for seven days and eaten fast food every day. Today, she went to the meeting after only a few bites. He thought he had to come over and force Yolanda to have a good meal.
The ordinary employees of the company had just finished their overtime work and left. Lewis led Aaron to her office. Lewis knocked on the door but there was no response from inside.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw that Yolanda was asleep on the desk.
Aaron said, "You can get off work first."
Lewis replied, "Okay."
Closing the door gently, Aaron looked around the office first.
It wasn't a large area, but it was spacious enough for Yolanda to use it alone.
There were scattered papers all over the desk. Yolanda was buried in this pile of papers, obvious tiredness on her face.
Actually, she didn't have to work so hard.
Aaron had the ability to live her life as she liked.
But Aaron knew that Yolanda wasn't willing to be just an eye candy. Especially after she went bankrupt, she was more eager to prove herself.
Sometimes she looked innocent and delicate, but in fact, she was tough.
For example, she dared to make a bet in front of him in that heavy rain.
Aaron still remembered the softness and tenacity in her eyes.
She was as beautiful as a rose, delicate and tempting, but not the kind of flower that only had a few days of vitality.
She was like a wild rose growing on a cliff. She was smart and bold, not lack of wisdom. She would constantly change to a good state according to the environment. When someone got close to her, her thorn would hurt the people but that would stimulate Aaron's lust for conquest and possession.
At the thought of this, smiling, Aaron looked at Yolanda.
He straightened the water bottle that had fallen on the table and then took off his jacket to put it lightly on Yolanda.
But he didn't expect to wake her up.
In a daze, Yolanda opened her eyes to see Aaron. She asked, "Why are you here?
"I haven't seen you for a week, so I came to see what you've been up to."
Yolanda fixed her long hair and sat upright. She then said, "Stop pretending. Doesn't Lewis tell you all what I do every day?"
Aaron smiled and did not deny it.
He looked at the document pressed by Yolanda on the desk, sat down next to her and asked, "How is it going?"
Yolanda pressed her temple and answered, "I just got in touch with Mr. Perry's team. In fact, several teams are now mulling over how to deal with the relationship between the second male lead and the second female lead in the original work, whether to rearrange it. If so, how to further the plot."
Aaron echoed, "Yes."
Yolanda knew that his response meant that he wanted to hear her out.
Anyway, she really wanted to talk to someone now, so she said,
"After reading the original work, I can feel the reasons for everyone's entanglement. The second female lead and the second male lead are in love for the first time, but they haven't ended well for so many years. The original work is an open ending, which holds me in suspense. Now everyone asks for a happy ending in everything. And it's really..."
Yolanda propped her chin thoughtfully, paused and shook her head in a regretful tone,
"It's really regrettable that the first love couples don't end well."
After she said this, the office was quiet for a long time.
It was not until Yolanda found something wrong and turned to look at Aaron to see the man leaning on the seat with one hand on the table.
"Really?"
He stared at her indifferently, "How regrettable is it?"