Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177. A message from Vincent

Olive’s POV:

Why did I feel like Aaron was in front of me? Was this a hallucination from drinking too much? I blinked hard, but the grip on my hand didn’t lessen even a bit.

Aaron clutched my hand tightly while his falcon-like gaze bore into my soul. I pursed my lips. Right now, the fire in Aaron’s eyes was stronger than the whiskey I was drinking.

I sat there as words fell from his lips, but the music was so loud that I couldn’t understand a word.

The next second, he gripped my hand even tighter. Aaron slowly crouched down as his stunning blue eyes shimmered with hope. This time, I could hear him clearly. “Olive, you can’t do this.”

I was so out of it that for a moment, I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Then, he pushed the ring back onto my finger before bringing my hand up for a gentle kiss.

The look in his pious eyes made my heart feel like it was burning. I suddenly had trouble remembering what Aaron was like when I first met him, but from what I could remember, he had never been as humble as he was now.

Yes, humble! I thought I’d never see the day that I called Aaron ‘humble.’

Aaron was supposed to be the most prideful person under the sun. It made no sense for him to look like this, but right now, Aaron seemed like a puppy with its tail between its legs, terrified of abandonment.

His expression broke my heart. I couldn’t help but hold Aaron’s

hand tightly and dryly reply, “Get up first.”

His tall figure was half-crouched in front of me, and he looked a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I raised my hand to pat his hand and blurted out, “Aaron, you look like an anxious little puppy right now.”

Aaron’s expression stiffened a bit at my words, and I was worried he would be angry. But instead, he rubbed his head against my palm and asked, “So, do you forgive me?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at me pitifully. I tugged at Aaron’s hand and once again said, “Hurry up and stand up.”

“Answer me first: are you going to abandon me?” He held my hand tightly, and even though his lips were curled in a light smile, his eyes were full of apprehension.

I was baffled. How could he think that I wanted to abandon him? How could I ever abandon him?