Chapter 248
Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend
Chapter 248 Incredible In the blink of an eye, the news spread throughout the company like wildfire. Aaron Morris, the second son of the Morris family, had officially taken over as CEO of TWH.
Despite this development, Giancarlo intercepted me in the lobby. Passing colleagues cast sidelong glances in my direction.
I longed to follow him and get out of his sight before I had a chance to voice my objection that I had prepared after a night of contemplation.
When I followed Giancarlo into the CEOâs office, strong resistance took hold again:
âMr. Troutâ. I stopped abruptly.
Giancarlo turned to me, waiting for my next words.
âI have just remembered an important matter. I would like to ask you to convey a message to Mr.
Morris. I donât think he and I have anything to discuss,â I said, taking a step back.
âDr. Woods, please donât make this difficult for me.â Giancarloâs expression turned somewhat helpless.
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Trout,â I replied, knowing that I had to protect myself.
MATOE I turned and ran for the elevator.
Suddenly, a deep and seductive voice echoed from behind me.
âI donât care if you want to talk in the lab, Dr. Woods.â
That voice was unmistakably familiar.
It was Aaron!
âDamn!â I cursed inside.
But I had to stop and face it.
Today, Aaron wore a black suit with a white shirt. Unusually, he wore a tie and his bangs were swept up, giving him a more mature and seductive air.
Giancarlo stepped to the side, leaving me no choice but to watch as Aaron approached.
As he got closer, the familiar scent of amber washed over me once more.
I was forever captivated by this fragrance.
âAre you afraid to see me because you have not released me in your heart?â
How dare he utter such words in front of others! I jumped in shock, cupped a hand over his mouth, and shot Giancarlo a panicked look.
Before I could glimpse his reaction, Aaron grabbed my wrist effortlessly. His deep voice rang out. âDo you miss my lips?â
He whispered in my ear.
My cheeks burned uncontrollably with heat, and I didnât dare seek Giancarloâs answer again.
This fucking jerk was trying to let everyone know that he had a history with him.
With no other choice, I pushed Aaron into the office and closed the door behind me with a quick backhand motion.
Silence fell.
I was seething with irritation, but my heart trembled simultaneously with apprehension and anticipation.
âOlive, youâre p*thetic. You have decided to let him go again and again, even running away to Germany! But the moment he stands in front of you, you canât help but hope. Do you love him that much?â
âI received your resignation letter.â Aaron broke the silence.
He leaned back on the black leather couch, arching an eyebrow at me.
âFor me?â
âThe resignation letter clearly states that it is for personal reasons.â He wouldnât let him win so easily.
If he admitted it, wouldnât that confirm that she hadnât really let him go?
âThen itâs my fault.â Aaron crossed his legs, looking smug.
I envied his self-confidence.
At the office, it was just me and Aaron, and I really didnât want to waste any more time dealing with him.
âNow you are the CEO of TWH and you wield immense power. How can I stay here and bear your torment? Itâs better for both of us if I leave voluntarily, isnât it?â
âSo youâre running away again? Returning to the United States? Aaronâs expression hinted at anger. â
She hadnât confessed this to Adenauer yet, not since last night. âIt is none of your business. If you summoned me here just to ask these pointless questions, then Iâm sorry. Iâll say goodbye.â I turned and walked towards the door. âDonât you dare come out!â Aaronâs voice, laced with palpable fury, echoed behind me. I looked at him, feeling helpless. I didnât know if it was my imagination, but when I turned, I thought I saw a flash of pain in his blue eyes. âIs that all you have for me?â âThen what kind of attitude do you think I should adopt?â Obviously, that fleeting moment had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination. âAaron, weâve been apart for three years. What exactly were you expecting when you stood in front of me and called me into your office?â The more I reflected, the angrier I became and closed the distance between us. âDid you expect me to cry, cling to your legs and beg for a reunion?
Iâm not that cheap!â I had almost sacrificed my life for this relationship. If it hadnât been for Cinder and Nickâs support, the culprit wouldnât have had a chance to see me there today. Fury and intense grievances welled up within me.
âAaron, I admit that I left the United States with the intention of letting you go. Why did you appear before me again when I finally managed to start a new life here? Why didnât you release me?â
In his presence, my facade always crumbled. Now, he didnât want to pretend anymore.
Which!
âAre you doing this for me?â
âOr who? Vincent?â
Aaronâs expression changed, looking somewhat peculiar. He got up from the sofa and walked over to me.
âSo, dear Olive, how did I fail you three years ago? However, look what you have done!â
âOh please donât pretend innocence. Your so-called deep love is nothing more than that. I sadly turned my face away and said, âAlso, itâs been three years and I donât need it anymore.â
I had escaped from that sweet trap, and for the sake of those who truly loved me, my friends, my parents, I couldnât afford to make the same mistake again.
Her expression seemed complex, but I refused to examine her closely. I was afraid that if she looked any further, she would lose control of my emotions and expose my heart to her.
Once again, the office fell silent.
âI see.â Aaron straightened up, adopting a condescending tone. âYou donât need me, but you accept Vincent. That kind of deep love, where he sleeps with another woman while he professes his love for you, is what you want. Thatâs because youâre one of a kind! I should have realized you lured me out on a date, playing the victim while doing the same thing as the other guy, right?
I couldnât bear to stay here any longer.
âGo on with your madness, but I donât have time for this.â I spun on my heel, ready to go.
âLet go!â
âI ask you one last time.â Aaronâs blue eyes, now tinged with red, locked on mine, âIf you want, we can get back together.â
His words convinced me that he had lost his mind.
What did you think he was doing? To become a secret lover, caught between him and his fiancée? I wasnât that despicable.
âLet me be.â I pushed him, âDonât let history repeat itself.â
With that, I walked towards the door once more.
âWhy are you doing me this?â Aaronâs anguished voice came from behind me.
My heart lodged in my throat, but I couldnât risk delaying a moment longer.
âLeave me alone.â I turned my back on him, fighting back tears, âWeâ are done, Aaron. We finished it three years ago.â
After uttering those words, I opened the door and left.