My beloved wife novel Chapter 17

Aaron did not answer her question.

He took her hand and put it on his own arm, letting her hold him. His eyes seemed to be bright, but with a ray of light that could not be caught up. There was a faint but inexplicable meaning in his eyes. "Do you like the proposal tonight?"

Like? Was it far from like?

Rita looked at Aaron. He appeared in her world during these days, and he met all her needs to fulfill her young girl's romance. But he was not the one she liked. She did so for the sake of the Gu family.

She knew clearly that Aaron didn't like her sincerely either.

So she could not answer his question.

"You don't like it?" He continued to ask. "I was going to book a yacht party, but then I thought that you might not like that kind of style. According to my observation, I think you would like this Hilltop Restaurant style."

Observation? He did some research?

Rita widened her eyes. "How do you know I don't like yacht party? You are guessing me again."

Before she finished her words, her hand was held tightly by him. Before she realized, she had already stood in front of the camera.

"Don't say anything." He held her waist and pressed her against his chest, smiling to the camera. He looked so arrogant with a majestic demeanor.

He lowered his head to kiss Rita's cheek. "Smile to the camera."

Rita looked up, with her dark eyelashes slightly shivering, bright eyes twinkling. "Did you also invite the journalists?"

"They are not journalists but photographers."

Aaron held her so tightly that she felt out of breath. It was so depressing around that she wanted to escape. She wanted to escape from Aaron.

He did everything not to please her, but to make fun of her perhaps.

She couldn't understand Aaron. He was not a man to understand with a normal mind.

"Do you ever care about what others' thoughts?" She smiled to the camera, but felt that the smile on her face was worse than crying.

"Why did you say that?" Aaron raised his eyebrows. "Last time it was you who asked me to propose. How do I not care about your thoughts?"

Rita was speechless. What Aaron said seemed to make sense. Was she thinking too much? Was it her problem?

How could it be all her fault in the end?

"Okay. Fine. You are always right," Rita answered perfunctorily. Her hand was held firmly by Aaron. She could only feel that her palm was sweating and her face was reddish.

"Rita, I will satisfy you whatever you want," he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Will you satisfy what I want as well?"

"What do you want?"