Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 995

The rain fell on the glass window, creating a rhythmic melody. As she sat by the dinner table and looked at the birthday cake in front of her, Freya felt her nose ache, and her eyes turned red immediately.

'More than twenty years...' she thought. Her birthday hadn't been celebrated in the last twenty years. Subconsciously, she wanted to forget what this date had meant to her, because she had been too happy on the last birthday she had celebrated. It was a painful memory...

It was a night very much like this one, a rainy winter night...

Without saying a word, Manson had grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. She had had no idea about what was going to happen when they had arrived at the log cabin by the seaside. When he opened the door of the log cabin, she saw that a few small spot lamps had been placed appropriately to look like the shape of a heart. The candlelights had been extinguished by the rain and the wind. The scene in front of her had looked somewhat comical at the time. Nevertheless, she had been moved by his actions.

He had sung the birthday song for her; he had stared at her with his burning eyes... That night, she had been so happy that she got slightly drunk, and he had forgotten himself as he was over the rainbow with joy. On the chilly wooden floor, she had laid down for the first time, for him.

"Freya, you look so beautiful..."

When those words from him came to her mind, Freya's eyes turned teary. Although more than twenty years had passed since that night, she still remembered everything that had happened very clearly. Even the tiny details were imprinted in her heart. Every kiss, every stroke...

The notch in her heart was torn by those painful memories. As she thought about everything that had happened after that dreamy night, a weird smile appeared on her face, which was chilly and horrifying.

"Aunt Freya?" Ximena called her. Frowning slightly, she looked at Freya, who had a weird expression on her face. Then she looked at Aaron, who looked indifferent as usual. She could not understand why her aunt looked so gloomy instead of being happy on her birthday.

Aaron knew that she had remembered what had happened in the past. That was why he didn't want to celebrate Freya's birthday. He didn't want her to face her wounds from the past, and he didn't want Ximena to feel confused either. However, he had to give in and support Ximena's wishes. He had agreed to help her celebrate the birthday in a simple manner. But Freya's memories were brought back as soon as she saw the birthday cake.

"It's nothing. I'm just too happy," Freya said as soon as she came to herself. She looked at Ximena with a forced smile. "I didn't ever think that I would be able to celebrate my birthday once again with my relative after so many years. I'm just too happy."

Ximena chuckled. "It's fine. I'm glad that you're happy," she said while raising her eyebrows slightly towards Aaron in an arrogant, challenging manner. "Aunt Freya, make a wish!"

Freya looked at Ximena and then turned back to look at the flaming candles on the birthday cake. Closing her eyes slowly, she wished, 'I hope that the past disappears from Ximena's life thoroughly. Nothing should ever come in her way! I wish it never existed!'

She opened her eyes and blew out the candles in one breath. At the same time, she felt her heart tighten.

After the simple and "happy" birthday party, Ximena invited Freya to stay at the manor for the night, but Freya refused by saying that she was not accustomed to it. Finally, Aaron asked Ken to drive her back to her apartment.

When Ximena walked out of the bathroom after taking her shower, she saw Aaron sitting on the bed, reading some document. He was frowning slightly, which seldom happened while he worked. She sat down by his side, encircling her arm in his. Ignoring her wet hair, she placed her head against Aaron's expensive shirt. "Aaron, thank you," she said from her bottom of her heart.

Aaron was stuck in a daze for a moment. He turned his head to look at Ximena. Her face looked delicate without any make-up. With a faint smile on his face, he asked, "For what?"