James looked at the painful expression on Ximena's face and frowned. He cast his eyes towards Aaron and said, "Your Highness, is there a need for you to treat your woman like this?"
His voice sounded gentle, but there was a dignified contour to his words.
Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Ximena's forehead caused by the unbearable pain she felt from Aaron's tight grip on her wrist, but she kept silent, clenching her teeth to keep her from uttering a noise.
"Well, perhaps, the second young master of the Leng family shouldn't meddle in matters that do not concern him," Aaron sneered contemptuously, pulling at Ximena's wrist as he turned around to leave.
"I'm sorry, but actually, I'm the third son in our family," James corrected him, in neither a hostile nor a friendly tone, "I still have another brother who is older than Gale!"
All of sudden, Aaron turned, shooting his sharp and cold glance straight into the eyes of James, his face shrouded in a thick cloud of hostility.
James, however, did not shy away from Aaron's intimidation. Instead, he looked at him with a faint smile tugging at his lips and said, "Your Highness, if you do happen to chance upon my older brother, please kindly deliver a message to him for me. Tell him that we three brothers are hosting a dinner party at LW Hotel three days from now, and we sincerely hope that he will grace us with his presence at the party then."
Aaron squinted his eyes at James for a while, trying to read the thoughts hidden behind his eyes, but he failed. After a while, he answered, "I am afraid he wouldn't appreciate dining at the same table with members of the Leng family. He hates those people who surrender and back off from a war without even a fight." Then he scoffed with complete disgust. His eyes locked in a disdainful stare, before he turned away to leave, yanking Ximena's arm behind him, disregarding the pain he was subjecting her to.
"My brothers and I will wait for his presence three days from now," James muttered under his breath, looking at their backs.
Aaron strode out of the restaurant without pause. Ximena staggered a few times, struggling to keep up with his pace due to her high heels, but even so, she kept turning back to look at James from time to time.
James's heart contracted sharply, but his facial expression didn't reveal the slightest of emotions. Even under the doubtful and expectant eyes of Ximena, he still managed to turn around and continue eating with grace and ease.
Now that he had given up on pursuing Ximena, he had to follow through to the end. Otherwise, if he were to show even a trace of attachment towards Ximena, Aaron would make her life a living hell, just to get back at him. He put his knife and fork down the moment he saw Aaron and Ximena walked out of the restaurant. The food in his mouth felt tasteless and completely unsatisfying.
Taking on the look of deep and pensive thought, he stared at the reflection of the restaurant's colorful lights on his glass. James sniggered at himself and continued with his dinner.
'Just let bygones be bygones. Those who dwell in the past and cannot face the realities of the future are called cowards. I, am not a coward!' he told himself in his mind.
*
"Let go of me!" Meanwhile, just outside the restaurant, Ximena snapped and hurled abuse at Aaron. She wasn't willing to suffer even a minute longer than she had to right now. Thus, she desperately struggled to reclaim her arm and when she finally did, she cast a hateful glare at him. "Asshole!" She squeezed the word out of her gritted teeth. Expressing her annoyance, she turned around and walked away, pulling up the hemline of her skirt.
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