''In my heart,'' He replies as both of his eyes are piercing into mine without a single blink interrupting his stare which causes me to seek for any sign of lies yet I find none. Both of his brown eyes are confusing me with the words he said—leaving me to feel my heart beating faster than usual as I try to control my breath.
Then, he clears his throat. ''Because . . . a deep conversation comes from the heart. Where else would be talking deeply?'' He chuckles, lightly before stepping out of the car.
Instantly pushing the thought away, I step out of the car to meet the sun shining brightly before turning to look at Aidan, running his fingers through his hair as he makes his way towards the back; pulling out our luggages.
Is it normal to feel my heart beating at an unusual pace? When it exploded as soon as he ran his fingers through his hair or his eyes meet mine without blinking . . . then, his lips curving up into a smile as soon as he sees me staring back at him. How can all of this happen at once even though all of the gestures was normal.
''Are you coming?'' He asks, making me blink.
''Yeah. Coming,'' I reply with a slight smile as he nods before walking inside, leaving me standing here all by myself; trying to clear my head from all the sudden chaos inside.
Just like that, I head inside to find another wave of memories, seeing a younger version of Aidan and I running around the hallways as we teased each other. Then, our laughters filled the living room as we played with dolls and figurines—instantly leaving me smiling at the fade memories of our past.
''Alain!'' I turn to look at Harley, seeing her laughing as her daughter continues to run after her with Alain following behind. The three of them are smiling widely as they enjoy the moment, leaving me to eye them, closely. Within seconds, Alain runs past Harley before wrapping his arms around her waist and pull her close towards him; Ava clapping her hands.
My eyes wander down to their lips, reading his. The three words coming out from his mouth seems to have caused Harley to grin, making me stare.
''Invading someone's privacy, huh?'' Aidan's voice seems to have caught me off guard as I yelp and turn to see him grinning widely, chuckling at my reaction. ''What are you doing standing in the middle of the door?'' He asks, slightly taking a few steps towards me as he closes the door behind me, his right hand right next to my head.
''I wasn't invading anyone's privacy,'' I clear my throat.
''Clearly . . . you were just standing there with a smile on your face. That makes a lot of sense,'' He smirks.
Seconds before I can respond, Mia appears near the door with a small smile plastered on her face, ''Sorry to disturb you two, lovebirds but Aidan, father wants to see you in his library.'' She says, causing Aidan to take a couple of steps away from me, letting me let out a breath of relief before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
''See you later,'' He smiles down at me before patting his index finger on the tip of my nose.
My lips curve up into a sly smile as he walks away, leaving Mia with me. She crosses her arms before gesturing me to follow her up the stairs, ''Come on . . . I'll show you to your room. Aidan might've picked up all the bags upstairs but he's not going to give you the grand tour,'' She says, ''Do you still remember the way around the house?'' She asks.
''It has been sixteen years since I last came here,'' I reply.
''That long, huh? Well . . . you're lucky you got me,'' She jokes as we both walk down the hall and straight to a room at the end of the hall, which I remember used to be Aidan's room whenever he goes back to Dallas.
''This used to be Aidan's room,'' I mutter but loud enough for her to hear me due to the silence. My eyes wander around the room to find myself looking at a neat and cleaned room without a slight mess—and it even looks different from before, as if it has been decorated and refurnished.
''Yeah . . . now, it's yours, too.'' She smiles, walking towards the glass window. ''It's funny to think back of when this used to be just Aidan's room but now, he's married and he has you. It's okay though because now, I'm the centre of attention because apparently, I'm the only one left who is unmarried,'' She adds.
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