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Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 299

I slid into the passenger seat of Aaron’s car, feeling deflated.

This was, without a doubt, the worst Christmas I had ever experienced as an adult.

The tension between Aaron, my parents, and me had been palpable.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Aaron started the car.

“You’ll see, he replied enigmatically.The car’s sound system played soft Christmas melodies, with the soothing voices of male and female singers creating a relaxing atmosphere.Aaron focused on the road ahead while my thoughts drifted away, back to my childhood.No child is born without loving their parents, and I was no exception.Despite being left with a host family and sent to boarding school shortly after my birth while my parents returned to their research in Antarctica, I loved them unconditionally during those early years.I waited eagerly for any word from them, even if it was just a brief message.

But as time passed, I never received even a hug.

Eventually, I found myself staring at a photo of my parents in Antarctica, but they felt like strangers to me.

Disappointment turned to despair, and finally, I chose to let go.

Without expectations, there could be no sadness.

After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at a quaint French restaurant near Columbia University.

“You brought me here to eat?”

I came back to my senses and felt surprised.

“Where else did we think we were going? Jean Georges?”

Aaron unbuckled his seatbelt and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I could take you there if you don’t mind showing up in that outfit”

I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror and gasped.

My makeup was smudged, and I looked like a mess.

“Why didn’t you remind me of my makeup?” I exclaimed.

Aaron laughed out loud.

“You look cute”

“Cute my ass!”

I fumbled for the tissue to wipe away the smudge, trying to save my image.It was of no use.

Frustrated, I got out of the car, rushed over, and punched Aaron in the stomach.

“Ow!” He doubled over.

“Come on! Seriously?”

“You’re such a psycho! How could you kiss me when I look like this?”

When I recalled the unexpected kiss on the sofa not long ago, and switched my perspective, I saw myself through Aaron’s eyes, looking like a ghost.It made me feel frustrated.I stormed into the restaurant with my face covered and headed straight for the bathroom to remove my makeup.

When I emerged, fresh-faced, Aaron teased me again.

“You look so much more beautiful without makeup, my dear”

“Shut up!” I snapped, giving him the finger.

I had worked as a waitress at this French restaurant during my undergraduate years and was familiar with the menu.

After placing our order, Aaron asked if I had any wine recommendations.

“That reminded me” I said, beckoning to the waiter.

“Please change our drinks to non-alcoholic beverages. My friend can’t drink.”

The thought of Aaron and alcohol brought back memories of that ridiculous night.

Not long after, our appetizers arrived at the table.

“A French meal without wine is like a day without sunshine”

Aaron lamented as he finished his special fizzy drink with a rather regretful expression.

“If you have wine, you won’t live to see another day, I countered unceremoniously.

Aaron laughed again, saying, “It seems I’ve completely brought you out of your parents’ influence.”

“Should I thank you?”

I glanced at him and said, “Well, I don’t get along with my parents because they are far away.Why do you hate your parents?”

“It’s just my dad.I’m very close to my mom, Aaron replied without looking up, concentrating on his soup.

“I remember.When you got engaged, Mrs.Grace gave her blessing publicly.” I recalled some not so pleasant memories.

To that, Aaron just snorted.I looked up at him.”You misunderstood.I’m not talking about her, Aaron said calmly without looking at me.I put down my knife and fork, sensing something different about him.

‘Isn’t Mrs.Grace his mother?’ I wondered.

‘What does that mean? Had the old man been married to another wife before?’ I was a little puzzled but denied it.

Although I hadn’t checked out the Morris family much, a family that big would have to make a big deal out of a divorce and then a remarriage.

I couldn’t have been unaware of it.

And most importantly, I remembered reading a story that explicitly mentioned that Mrs.Grace was the old man’s first and only love.

‘Could it be that…

Aaron is not Mrs.Grace’s biological son? Is he an illegitimate child?’ Losing interest in eating the meat that came to my mouth, I waited for Aaron to explain.

Seeming to sense my gaze, Aaron looked up to meet my eyes.

“How did you know she gave her blessing? I thought you hadn’t paid any attention to me after that.”

“The food here is quite good, no worse than that of a 3-star Michelin restaurant”

I quickly lowered my head and concentrated on eating.

Aaron chuckled, not pressing the issue.

And I didn’t get a chance to hear him say that Mrs.Grace was not his mother.

We both finished the “romantic Christmas dinner”

in silence, each with our own thougnts.

In fact, the environment was romantic.

It was the people who were not romantic.

Aaron drove me home, and I turned down his proposal to see me upstairs.

I hadn’t been lying to him.I was indeed I exhausted.

I fell into a dream almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Only it was not a nice dream.

Probably because of that postcard, in my dream, I went back to that heartbreaking night in my childhood.

While the other children were the fruit of love.

I was an accident and the biggest obstacle to the love of my parents.

That night, I learned that I was the main reason my parents almost got divorced.

I learned that continuing my boarding school life was the only thing I could do for them.

But why should a three-year-old child bear such a heavy burden of love? Why wouldn’t they come to see me for so many years? Just because I made that promise? Every year, all I received from my parents was a postcard and a penguin doll.

After I wrote them an email telling them I had outgrown playing with toys, all that was left was a postcard.

I hated my parents for their lack of love and attention.

But at the same time, I longed for the day when they would realize their mistake and regret ignoring me.

That day never came.

We stopped contacting each other.

When I came of age, I left boarding school and rented an apartment without any questions from them.

When people are in distress, they often instinctively call out the names of those they trust the most.

Sad for me, I couldn’t find any.

Except for…

“Aaron!”

With tears in my eyes, I woke up from my dream and slowly realized that I had shouted his name.490- I Am Not Enough Reign Winchester: We were silently and agitatedly waiting for the arrival of Akin.

Ever since Helel found out that Akin had visited Zane to seek help, he had been restless.

I haven’t said much, either.

A part of me felt useless for not being able to help, and the other part was worried that would be the end of my brother, Flynn.

“Why are you all standing at the entrance? We are going to look for Flynn.

We don’t have much time”

as soon as Akin entered the mansion, he mumbled in confusion.

But everybody knew he was just trying to avoid the big topic of conflict.

“Why did you go to him?”

Helel stepped up, not letting go of this chance to question him.

“It doesn’t matter who I got the help from.

All that matters is that we need to look for Beatrice.

Her life is in danger, Akin said, stopping in his tracks and raising his voice.

The way he passed us a glance, I could tell he wasn’t happy about many things.

His mind must be getting restless from thinking about why she left him in the first place and how she ended up in the clutches of Flynn.

“Akin! Do you hear yourself? What makes you think he will not lie to you?”

Helel used a different approach this time.

I know he didn’t like Akin even talking to Zane, but because it was about Beatrice, he was also forced to stick to silence.

“Huia did her spell thingy”

Akin replied, stealing eyes from me.

I knew it.

I was becoming useless.

I felt a little comforting nudge around my elbow from Colt because he could feel the ease I was feeling.

“We have a seer too”

Helel whispered, steadily turning to look at me.

“I know, but —- we need to find her”

Akin was too ashamed to look my way.

I didn’t blame him for being desperate to find his mate.

I was the one who couldn’t help them.

I was beginning to wonder if I had ever helped them in any way, shape, or form.

“We should go look for her”

Akin then added without raising his head.

After a few seconds of silence, Helel nodded his head and began to walk behind him to exit the mansion.

Now that the brothers had left, I closed my eyes to swallow my tears.

“We better get going too.

I am sure you will be able to locate your br—; Colt stopped murmuring when he acknowledged how I was standing there in tears.

“Hey! Don’t take it personally, he instantly wrapped his arms around me and giving me a comforting hug.

“I just wanted to be there for them, but lam so useless”

I complained, trying to hide my tears to not make this moment about myself but failing miserably.

“Reign! It really is not your fault.

There was nothing you could have done when she took her blood with her.

Besides, Beatrice cherishes you, and that alone should be something to you, he was rubbing and patting my back, soothing my aching soul.

“Do you think—Flynn will be —-I don’t know why he did that”

I broke the hug when I felt conflicted about this situation.

I didn’t like how my brother always used the wrong approaches.

Instead of coming to meet me, he decided to go after Beatrice.

“When did you last visit him?”

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