Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 947

The home he had referred to was the manor. Should she see it as her home too? After all, she did not want to leave him, just like the multiflora rose that was unwilling to leave the prince, even though the prince loved the rugosa rose later. It was because the rose had taken root and sprouted and bloomed there by his side.

Thinking about the story of the prince, she took out her cell phone and typed a short message quickly, intending to send it. However, her finger hovered on the send key, hesitant for a while.

After reading the message once more, she sighed and pressed the send key.

Hearing the prompt message tone on his phone, Aaron threw a quick glance at it. "Take a ten-minute break," he ordered.

Hearing that, the person on the video call breathed a silent sigh of relief. Aaron cut off the video temporarily and picked up his cellphone.

On screen it read, "I will cook by myself today. Will you come home for dinner? "

Aaron didn't pay much attention to the cooking part of her message, which was pretty surprising considering that she had never cooked for him before. Instead, his eyes froze on the word "home". He felt his sight blurring, perhaps because he was eager to have a home too.

Ken frowned when he saw how Aaron was staring at his phone. He wondered what message he had received for him to be so deeply absorbed by it.

He checked the time and realized that ten minutes had nearly passed. He stepped forward to remind Aaron, "Your Highness, nine minutes have passed."

Hearing Ken's voice brought him back to reality. Reflexively, he looked at his watch. He read the message once more and replied to Ximena's short message. Placing the cellphone back on his desk, he ordered, "Cancel all my appointments following this conference. Reschedule them."

"Yes, Your Highness," Ken answered. As he turned to leave, he accidentally saw the message on Aaron's cellphone.

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"Okay. "

His message consisted of just one word, but it was enough to make Ximena feel immense joy. Pursing her lips to form a charming smile, she raised her eyebrows and mumbled to herself, "Didn't you say that you would be really busy today? Looks like you are not that busy after all."

She stood up, grabbed her bag and ran downstairs. Before leaving the shop, she announced to the staff on the first floor, "I have something to do later, so I'm leaving. You guys lock up and leave when it's time to get off work. Don't work overtime unless you have some urgent incomplete job to finish by tonight."

The staff nodded in agreement and saw her off. The shop manager said, "Our boss is in a good mood today, right?" Ximena had never been too strict with them, but she seldom behaved like this. Perhaps her joy was too apparent to others as well.

Staring after Ximena's back, the intern thought about what had happened between them a while ago. Seeing how happy their boss looked, the intern gradually realized her misunderstanding. Stunned by her hindsight, she said aloud, "That mark on her neck..." She paused and quickly covered her mouth with both hands. She knew that what she had seen should be kept a secret. Everybody turned to look at her, and in an instant, her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. "No, uh..." she stammered, waving her hands at the other staff. " It's nothing..."

The intern lowered her head to hide her embarrassed face. She didn't know how she could have been so dim-witted as to regard a hickey as skin allergy.