Love’s Change of Heart novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638 The Man’s Trick

Leanna briefly paused before saying, "You know, Aidan, my studio is currently very busy with Fashion Week coming up. Maybe it's better if you wait until it's over?"

Aidan nodded in agreement before heading to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. You should dry your hair."

Leanna agreed and asked, "Hey, have you taken dinner yet?"

"Just a little," he replied.

While Aidan was getting ready, Leanna began to dry her hair. When it was half-dry, she went to the kitchen and whipped up a quick meal for him.

Shortly after, Aidan crept up behind her and hugged her waist while kissing her on the ear. He then asked, "Leanna, did you change your shower gel?"

Leanna said, "Yes, I got it online. How do you like it?"

"It smells amazing," Aidan replied.

Leanna then said to him, "I got it specifically because of you, so stop using mine."

Aidan protested, "But why?"

Leanna answered, "This shower gel is for girls and has a stronger fragrance. It's weird on you. Besides, if someone smells it on you, they may think you're a bit of a weirdo."

Aidan replied, "Apart from you, who's going to sniff me?"

Leanna found the thought of Jonathan sniffing Aidan a bit creepy, so she gently took Aidan's hand and said, "Let go. I'm turning off the stove."

Aidan released her hand and Leanna put the dishes on the table. "You can start eating now. I'll be working on my design. Don't worry about washing the dishes. Just leave them there. Please, I'm begging you," she said.

She had recently bought these cutleries and was quite fond of them. They had even survived Charlotte's handling for two whole days and she hoped they would last even longer.

Aidan chuckled and started eating while Leanna returned to her bedroom to continue her work. She lost track of time until she noticed the door opening quietly.

Aidan stood in the doorway, watching her silently with one hand in his pocket.

Leanna was strong-minded and resolute when it came to the things she loved and was passionate about. If she hadn't married Aidan four years ago, she might have gone further down this path.

After their divorce, she had always known what she truly wanted, while Aidan thought he was clear-headed when he was really a mess.

Leanna finished her design and put down her pen to stretch her body. As she turned to see Aidan standing there and staring at her calmly with his dark eyes, she felt a bit embarrassed. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Aidan raised his eyebrows and said, "You've got me hooked."

Leanna was speechless for a moment before Aidan continued, "A woman serious in her work is the most beautiful kind of woman."

She still didn't know how to respond, so he added, "And you're the most beautiful of them all."

Leanna had enough and said, "Okay, that's enough."

Aidan grinned and closed the door behind him. "Are you almost done?" he asked.

"Just about," Leanna replied.

Aidan walked over and lifted her, placing her on the bed. "Then let's go to sleep."

Leanna glared at him. "If you want to sleep, go ahead. Why are you touching me?" she asked.

Aidan brushed her hair aside with his fingers and kissed her. "It's a type of preparation before sleep," he explained.

Leanna's words were lost as Aidan continued to kiss her passionately.

Aidan's hand rested on her waist, gently caressing her, but he didn't take things further.

Leanna looked at him with a haze of desire in her eyes and asked, "What do you want, Aidan?"

Aidan leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her glare at him, but her eyes were still filled with desire and her glare did not work as she intended.

Aidan laughed with a smile in his eyes. "Come on, darling."

And so, Leanna found herself in a situation where she had to indulge in a night full of passion with him.

That jerk Aidan had used this trick before and Leanna knew it all too well.

Meanwhile, next door, Charlotte was struggling with whether to make the call or not all night long. When it turned midnight, she realized it was too late now. Thinking that her father was probably asleep, she righteously decided to lie down on the bed.

Just as she was about to doze off, her phone rang, startling her awake. She reached for her phone, which was on the bedside table, and saw that it was a call from her father.

The phone was like a hot potato that she didn't dare to decline or answer. She hesitated for a moment before finally answering the call and putting it on speaker while throwing it aside.

Charles' voice was angry on the other end of the line. "So, you finally decided to answer the phone?" he demanded.

Charlotte lay on the bed and muttered softly, "You didn't call me before."

Charles was incredulous. "I didn't call you? Do you not have a conscience saying that?" he scolded her.

Charlotte realized that she must have blocked her father's number when she had left the Woodley Residence and was afraid of him spamming her with calls. Tonight, while she was hesitant about calling him earlier, she had probably unconsciously unblocked him.

She felt guilty and remained silent.

Charles continued, "I sent someone to pick you up. Why didn't you come back?"

"I'm fine here. I don't want to go back," Charlotte replied defiantly.

"Just treat it as a vacation to relax. It has already been a week, so come back quickly," Charles urged her.

"I won't!" Charlotte replied stubbornly.

"Do you even know how serious it is for you to secretly leave the Woodley Residence? If it weren't for your great-grandfather and me, you would have been removed from the Woodley family genealogy!" Charles exclaimed.

Charlotte retorted, "So what? Who cares about being on that genealogy? Whoever wants to stay there can stay."

"You..." Charles began, but his voice trailed off, unable to find the right words to respond to his daughter's defiance.

Charlotte abruptly changed the topic, saying, "Dad, Highside is amazing! The outside world is vast, so I don't understand why we have to be locked up in the Woodley Residence. As humans, we have our own autonomy. We're not like little cats and dogs that can only be kept in cages and can't resist."

Charles was silent, unsure of how to respond.

Charlotte continued, "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I'm doing well in Highside, so you don't have to worry about me. Bye."

Charles listened to the busy tone and took a deep breath. He was the one who called her, but now it felt like she was the one reporting her safety to him.

Philip, who had been meditating with his eyes closed behind Charles, asked, "Is Charlotte still not coming back?"

"I spoiled her too much when she was young, and now she has become reckless," Charles sighed.

"It's not just her who doesn't listen," Philip pointed out.

Charles fell silent for a moment before saying, "What about her engagement to Lachlan?"

"Forget about the engagement for now. Our priority is to convince the elders to agree to Lachlan's request and abolish those outdated rules of the Woodley Family," Philip said.

"They won't agree," Charles replied despondently.

"We have to try," Philip said firmly. "Lachlan sent Charlotte to Highside to force us to stand on his side."