After sending the message, it felt like it vanished into thin air.
It wasn't until past midnight that Serena finally received a reply from Aaron: "I can't. Whatever you want to eat, I'll have Victor buy some spaghetti for you."
Serena chuckled to herself.
Was it that he really couldn't cook, or simply that he didn't want to make noodles for her?
She glanced at the faded scar on her wrist, and her smile deepened.
At home, she never lifted a finger to do chores.
But to win Aaron's favor, she had learned to cook his favorite dishes.
Even when she cut her fingers or burned herself, she gritted her teeth and carried on.
"No need."
There would be no need in the future.
…
The next day.
Serena woke up and was surprised to see Aaron downstairs.
A flicker of panic crossed her heart.
"What are you doing here?"
"Last night was your birthday. I had something important to attend to and couldn't be with you, so today I'm here to make it up to you." Aaron's voice was detached.
Serena laughed softly to herself.
Of course, spending time with Cynthia Lynwood was more important.
"No need, I have things to do today."
Aaron stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow: "Are you hiding something from me?"
Lately, Serena had been too calm.
Calm to the point of unsettling him.
They used to argue every other day because of Cynthia Lynwood.
"No," Serena said, looking Aaron straight in the eye, enunciating each word clearly.
Aaron gazed into her stubborn eyes, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest, as if something was about to happen.
"Then come with me for a walk. You choose the place."
Serena didn't have a chance to refuse.
Aaron took her by the hand and they got into the car.
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