Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1004

He walked towards her and sat down on the beanbag. After staring at her for a while silently, he sighed deeply and asked, "Ximena, do you have to torture yourself in this way?"

She didn't respond to him immediately. After a long wait, she said slowly, "I'm torturing you..."

Aaron's heart tightened. He laughed at the irony. She was right. While torturing herself, she was torturing him as well.

"Aaron," Ximena said in a weak voice. She was not as emotional as she had been in the moring. "What on earth happened?" she asked as she stared at him with her begging eyes. "I think I have the right to know everything that concerns me." Her eyes were menially asking him to tell her the truth, but her tone was serious, not allowing him a chance to refuse her.

Aaron looked at her with his deep eyes. He was in quite a dilemma—to tell her, or not to tell her. Both choices seemed wrong. Had he ever been so hesitant about doing or saying anything? Never! Not as far as he could remember.

As Aaron remained silent, Ximena wore a smile on her lips. Her smile was cold, and froze at the corners of her mouth. "You can't wrap fire in paper, Aaron. Nothing could be kept a secret forever in this world. What's done by night would appear by day," she said in an extraordinarily calm voice. "Even if you dispose every evidence today, can you be sure that I will never uncover the truth in my lifetime ?"

Of course, Aaron could not be absolutely sure of that. Even if Hugo hadn't appeared, Ximena would have found out about her past sooner or later, no matter how perfectly he handled the issue.

Nevertheless, he still chose to hide it from her, because he didn't want her to be unhappy. And he would try his best to keep it from her for as long as possible. Perhaps when that day finally came, she would have started a family with him. She would have their children and him to cherish and love. So if she found out the truth somehow, she might care less about what had happened in the past.

However, all these were his optimistic imagination, while the reality was much harsher.

"Ximena," Aaron said in a voice as calm as the bright moon in the dark clouds. "You know better than anybody else that sometimes it's better to leave some things unheard."

Ximena smiled with self-mockery in her eyes. "I understand that. But I still want to know," she said with so much misery on her face. "My mom would rather not tell me who she really is. She would rather I see her as my aunt... Aaron, do you understand how I feel? When I got to know, what I felt was not anger. It was pain! I am grieved." Her eyes became red and moist. Tears were about to spill over from them.

For so many years, she had been strong and had been eager to have a family even though she always said that she hated her parents.

When she had lost her baby, she had tried to convince herself that it wasn't as bad as she had thought. However, nobody else could understand what a child—what a family, meant to her. That was also the reason why she had been unwilling to leave Aaron. He was as eager as her for a family. She felt the similarity in him.That's why she didn't want to leave him.

Seeing how hurt Ximena looked, Aaron felt his heart ache for her. He stretched his long arms to hold her tightly against his chest. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You know very well that what I'm trying to hide from you is something that would hurt you like hell. Why do you insist on knowing?"

Hiding in the familiar embrace and smelling the familiar body aura, Ximena closed her eyes slowly. In a somewhat hollow voice, she said, "Aaron, although you knew it would be painful for you to know what happened in the past between your mother and your father, you still wanted that man to give you an explanation, didn't you?"

In an instant, her words brought back Aaron's memories.