Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 971

With both hands in his trouser pockets, Aaron stared observantly at the two people on the sand beach from a distance. Gradually, his eyes darkened, and a wisp of raven hair escaped its gelled hold and fell across his forehead. Ken, who was standing behind him, sharing the same view, couldn't help but smile. His voice was modulated to kindliness as he spoke in a casual manner,"Your Highness, I haven't seen Miss Mo laugh so heartily in a long time. It seems that family means a lot to her."

Turning his eyes to look at Aaron, whose emotion was hard to catch due to his expressionless face, Ken added,"Although she and Mr. Hanson Gu are not biologically related, she cherishes him like a family."

Aaron didn't respond, as he kept constant eye contact at the direction where Hanson and Ximena walked further out and eventually disappeared into the horizon.

Ken sighed inwardly, looking out the same direction. Ximena's parents had died in an accident caused by Aaron's mother. Although it had not been intentional, the fact that she had been indirectly responsible for it could never be changed. Fortunately, Ximena hadn't left Aaron even after she had come to learn of that fact. Ken assumed it was most likely because she loved Aaron too much to blame him for her parents' death.

As a result, even though the unbearable truth was straining their relationship, Aaron didn't want to lose her, while she didn't show any intentions to leave either.

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Meanwhile at the airport, Ximena waved back at Hanson, who was waving at her while walking forward to the security check point. Before he passed through security, he shouted,"Ximena, take good care of yourself. When I come to see you next time, you'd better receive me with a happy smile. "

Ximena's hand froze in the air momentarily. In an instant, she felt her nose twitch and her eyes turn red against her control. She watched through the window as her brother walked away, and she shouted,"Brother, you take care of yourself too..."

Their eyes met one last time, and they smiled, before disappearing from each other's sight. Ximena cherished the strong bond between family members as an intimate part of her life that could never die. The strength she received from such affection, gradually made her believe that it was meaningless to linger in the past and that she should try to be happy for the future, leaving the past behind. Perhaps it would take a very long time for her to feel relieved and happy; or perhaps it would not take long for her to understand such happiness.

As she walked out of the airport terminal, a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Ximena raised her head, squinting her eyes at the last glint of the setting sun. In an attempt to live the way Hanson had asked her to, she strengthened her resolve. 'Dad, mom, will you support me? I know you would want me to be happy, right?'

Taking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes wide and exhaled as if to let go of all the things that kept her from looking forward into the future. Although, she didn't know what it was, but something in her changed at that moment. Then she turned around and walked to the parking lot. With the sound of smoking tires squealing and the roar of a Ford Mustang's engine, the jewelry blue roadster leapt out of the parking lot and sped onto the expressway, sneering at speed limits as it headed to the urban area.

The magnificent monster on wheels stopped at the door of "Only Memory" with hard brake and the subsequent screeching sound of friction between the tires and the ground, drawing the attention of everybody who stood nearby.

Ximena stepped out of the roadster and walked towards her shop in an arrogant and elegant strut, turning heads of every man and woman on the side of the road, whose eyes she ignored with a look of haughty disdain. This was the first time she had taken the roadster out for a ride. She couldn't even remember when Aaron had given it to her as a gift. As far as she could recall, he must have given it to her soon after he noticed her skimming through a magazine that had the picture of the roadster on its cover.