The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 37

Aidan

''No!'' Kenna's voice on the other line causes me to pull my phone away from my ear, closing my eyes in respond at the tone of her voice. The possibility of me going deaf is high if I have to deal with situations like this in the future, for the whole year.

My eyes wander to Flynn—who seems to have heard her sudden tantrum while I loosen my shirt's sleeves and roll them up to my elbows.

''We talked about this and my answer will always be the same. I'm not going to Dallas. If you ever think about going . . . then, you can go without me.'' She continues to speak, leaving me turn around to look at the glass window; down the busy street in the city.

''It's their anniversary, Kenna. What can I say?'' I sound defeated, not really knowing how to reason with Kenna for being stubborn. ''You're right, we're both very busy and committed to our careers but she's also right, family comes first. I can't say no to her and you know that,'' I add.

When I walked inside Empire, my employees were surprised to see me. They thought I'd be taking a week or probably even a month off to spend some quality time with my so-called-wife. Their eyes widen as they had expected otherwise but then again, I didn't say anything with the board about taking a time off.

Rumours began to spread around the building for the past couple of hours ever since my arrival—saying that I'm much of a workaholic for not spending time with my wife and care more about my career than anything else. Little do they know, it's not what they think.

It had only been three days ever since the wedding. Kenna and I took a day off to unpack and help her settle in; that was basically it. We pay no attention to the media about our wedding or news about the 'bachelor' losing the title when I finally became someone's husband.

''My answer is still no but like I said, you can go without me.'' She replies before going silent. The only sound I can hear is someone calling out her name and stating for some kind of emergency, ''Look, Aidan . . . I really got to go. Bye,'' Then, the line goes dead without even giving me a second to respond, making me look down at my phone as I sigh, deeply.

It's true that I can never understand how busy or how tiring it is to be a neurologist but she really needs to give time for herself. She works too hard as if she's trying her best to avoid her personal life for some unknown reason which concerns me about her own health while she's too busy caring for others, especially Albert's . . . an old man who she has grown fond of.

''I don't know what else to say to her,'' I look up at Flynn who is currently holding onto a couple of files as he looks at me.

Flynn clears his throat, ''I'm afraid I'm not very fond with women and their ways of explaining things, Mr. Ashton. There's not much I can help you in that department,'' He replies, causing me to raise an eyebrow at his respond; he has always been quite nervous around me even though it has been years ever since he became my personal assistant.

My eyes wander to take a closer look at Flynn's appearance. The same dark floppy hair for the past years without a slight change except a little bit of trimming, thick-rimmed glasses and no sign of a five o'clock shadow. It takes me awhile to realise that even after years of knowing him and spending time with him as his boss, I've never come to notice how his appearance has always been.

''Don't you have a girlfriend?'' I ask, leaning back on my seat without looking away from Flynn.

He seems surprised at my question, causing him to push his glasses back from sliding down on the bridge of his nose. ''No . . . Mr. Ashton. Actually, I've never had a girlfriend.'' He stutters.

My lips curve up into a smile before growing wider and bursting out into laughters, trying my best not to attract further attention. As for Flynn, he starts to look down at his feet and try to find some sort of amusement like I did but according to his facial expression, it shows how much he didn't expect me to end up bursting into laughters.

As soon as I realise how serious he was, my laughter begin to disappear as I clear my throat; feeling a slight regret building in. ''You weren't kidding, huh?'' I breathe out.

''No, Mr. Ashton.'' He mutters, faking a smile.

''I'm sorry, Flynn. I didn't mean to offend you,'' I let out a sincere apology in which he accepts with a surprised expression—not expecting me to apologise. Then again, there's a lot to people that we can never expect, they're always full of surprises.