Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 988

In a stupor, Freya found a doctor in the white gown speaking to the female prison guard. She was barely able to keep awake, but even in her daze, she managed to grasp the part where the doctor mentioned she was pregnant with a child. She tried to utter a word, but in the end, she failed and fell unconscious almost immediately.

"Tweedle-tweedle-tweedle..."

The honking of the car pulled her back to reality and away from the painful memories of the past. She looked blankly at the taxi which slowed down as she mechanically raised her hand, and got into the car.

Even the rain glowed neon in the downtown lights, falling from winter chilled clouds that blotted out the last of the sunset. Somehow it calmed her, seeing the night sky so dark and the street lights reflecting in every single drop making it look like a speck of gold. Freya closed her eyes slowly, trying to forget all the pain.

"2083, you've been charged with abusing an infant." The warden looked at the crying baby, who was then less than a year old, and said coldly, "Take her away."

"No! Please don't that! Please..." She held the crying baby in her arms and looked imploringly at the prison guard walking towards her. "I didn't abuse the baby. She was suffering from a fever! I would never hurt my baby. Please! Please don't take my baby away! Please, stop! Give me my baby back!"

Her gasping wails echoed through the prison halls but no one came forward to show sympathy. She tried to fight off the guard, disregarding the consequences. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain shoot up from her leg as she crumbled to the floor on her eyes. The last thing she remembered before her consciousness left her was the image of a guard holding a long electric rod!

The pain of losing her child was far greater than any pain she had endured. As she heard its crying voice, she desperately muttered, "Don't take away my baby, please..."

"Miss, we've arrived at your destination. Miss? Hello? !"

"Excuse me? Oh! I'm sorry !" Suddenly, she came back to herself. She looked at the driver blankly at first, and then paid the fare with complete sobriety. Then she got out of the car and left in a hurry.

The taxi driver watched her dash away right ahead as he shook his head and signed. "What's wrong with her? I wonder why You Highness personally arranged a car for her." After Freya disappeared into the door of her house, the driver withdrew his sight and drove away.

Meanwhile, comfortably sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ximena meticulously drew designs, outlining the lines of clothes in a few strokes. She smiled to herself, seemingly happy and giddier than usual.

"Miss, won't you get some rest tonight?" The steward looked at the clock on the wall, then at the heavy rain outside and said, "Your Highness said that he would be back late."

"Don't worry about me. You should go and get some sleep," said Ximena, maintaining her concentration. "I will wait for him."

There was a sparkle in her eyes, which even she was unaware of.

Pleased to see her so happy, the steward couldn't help smiling affectionately. The tense atmosphere that loomed over the household in the past year seemed to have dissipated for good. Maybe His Highness played some tricks or Ximena found something fun.

"Okay then, miss, I will go to bed." The steward bowed and left the room.

Shifting to a more comfortable position, Ximena leaned against the back of the sofa and looked at the clock on the wall. "Why hasn't he come back yet?" She paused for a moment, as if to think about something, and then continued with her work.

After a while, someone pushed the door open gently but Ximena did not noticed that someone had come in because the sound was muffled by the rain outside. She finished the last few strokes, and then looked at the design with satisfaction. She couldn't help smiling at the thought of Freya...

Gazing at her with satisfaction sparkling brightly in his eyes, Aaron stood there motionlessly. With each passing moment, his sight grew more tender and warm. He did not have the heart to interrupt her, but he figured the former would be better than to startle or creep her out later on.

He took his shoes off and strode forward to the sofa. Suddenly, Ximena looked up and said, "When did you get back?"

"Just a moment ago. I didn't want to stop you from enjoying your work." He glanced at the bottle of red win and the two glasses on the tea table. "Why haven't you gone to be yet?"

She put her drawings aside with a glowing look on her face. She poured wine in a glass and passed it on to him. As she poured herself a glass, she looked at him and said, "Would you like to join me in a small celebration? "

Aaron looked at her with puzzlement and said, "What are you so happy about? What are we celebrating?"

She smiled in a way that could set any dispute between them aside. Taking a sip of the wonderful wine, she divulged, "I have found my aunt!"

A flash of terror passed Aaron's eyes as he looked down at the glass in his hand. Feigning a calm disposition, he lifted his head and looked into Ximena's eyes. "Aunt? What do you mean?"

One arm on the back of the sofa, the other hand shaking the wine glass gently, she replied, "I mean, my aunt, literally." She raised her eyebrows and explained, "To put it in another way, I still have one family member in this world who is still alive. She is my mother's sister. I have an aunt! Can you believe it?"