Chapter 285 Request
Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend
The moment I heard this, I thought I was dreaming.
All eyes turned towards the direction of the source of the sound, and the crowd once again pushed through.
At the end of the crowd, I saw Aaron.
He seemed to be in a hurry, and even his hair was disheveled.
But the domineering self-sufficiency of him still caught everyoneâs attention in an instant. No one thought it was not important.
He was always the attention of the attention wherever he was.
âIs it Aaron Morris?â
âWho is that?â
âThe second son of the Morris Group, the most famous pla*boy in Manhattan.â
Many people in the crowd recognized him immediately.
There was a lot of discussion and many phone cameras were pointed directly at him.
âA⦠Aaron, why are you here?â When David saw Aaron, his stern aura suddenly disappeared and he couldnât even speak fluently.
I noticed Nick out of the corner of my eye.
Nick was looking at David, crying quietly.
Following his gaze from him why Nick was so sad.
The way David looked at Aaron was the same as it had been many years ago, surprised and uneasy, but those who knew him well could see a hint of happiness and fascination in it.
Given Davidâs current sexuality, it was hard not to think that he had a special affection for Aaron.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that Nick and I were almost in the same situation.
The man I loved deeply was right in front of me, but I wasnât the one he was obsessed with.
All sincerity was easily trampled on.
That kind of shame, anger, and strong sadness almost made him collapse and despair!
There had never been a better time to realize that our lives were a joke.
Aaron pushed through the crowd and came straight for me.
The policeman next to me tried to stop Aaron but he was intimidated by Aaronâs blue eyes.
âI dare you to touch it.â
There was no high pitch, and his voice was even a bit low, but it was hard not to hear it.
The policeman hesitated and looked at David.
Davidâs gaze remained on Aaronâs face.
âItâs just a misunderstanding.â Davidâs tone softened and was even a little flattering.
It was just that his flattery didnât cause Aaronâs face to soften.
He pursed his lips together, and there was something complex in his eyes that I couldnât understand.
In short, it was not well-intentioned.
Those present were all Harvard campus police officers, and they were unwilling to intrude on such a level of personal conflict. After getting the attitude of the parties involved, they briefly exhorted and left the scene.
But the number of viewers kept increasing because of Aaron.
Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve, and he had thought that most of the students on campus had probably already left. Those who didnât know might think that there was some special event on Christmas Eve here.
Noticing many viewers looking back and forth between me and Aaron, I couldnât help but blush.
Why was he here? I also wanted to ask this question.
It had been less than an hour since I called him!
âAre you back in the United States?â I subconsciously said what I was thinking.
Aaron lowered his eyes and looked at me, but he didnât speak.
He looked at David. His face was statuesquely cold and rigid, and his jaw set.
The last time we met, he looked the same, impatient, resilient, and miserable. But this time he was also irritable and angry.
âCome on.â Aaron grabbed my wrist and nearly yanked me away.
âAaron, youâre still the same. You donât even want to say hello.â There was evident sadness in Davidâs tone.
Aaron turned his head in disgust and noticed the sign he had posted on the office door.
He sneered and gave David a cold look: âThereâs nothing to talk to a psychopath about.â
With that, he walked away.
He squeezed my wrist hard and I was forced to leave with him.
Nick took one last look at David and followed Aaron and me without saying anything.
No one stopped us anymore.
I turned to look at David.
He was standing there, looking in the direction we left with a strange smile.
He was smiling!
Was there anything to be glad about Aaron calling him a psycho?
âL*attic!â I murmured softly.
âYou seem to be somewhat self-aware,â Aaron said nonchalantly.
Well done! He was still as bad as ever.
The feeling of gratitude that had just risen in my heart was quietly extinguished by his words.
Aaron walked so fast that he dragged me away. I had to jog all the way to keep up. Nick followed us worriedly, soon falling behind some distance.
âYouâre hurting me.â I gently reminded.
âCarry with him.â Although she said so, my wrist felt a bit relaxed.
âAnyway, thank you very much for his help.â I said a bit reluctantly, âI didnât expectâ¦â
âYou didnât expect him to still come to help you clean up the mess, did you?â We left the crowd and went outside. Aaron suddenly stopped and turned me in front of him, âYou have a PhD and just came up with this method? Make a scene in public? I didnât use this kind of trick when I was in kindergarten.â
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âDonât talk about her like that. Sheâs doing it for me.â Nick tried to defend me, but I gestured for him to stop him.
I rubbed my red wrist and glared at Aaron.
Calm! Calm down, Olive! In any case, he helped you solve this charade that was about to come to a bad end.
âLetâs talk.â I tried my best to stay calm and just talk business: âYou got something on that lun*tick?
Please tell meâ.
âWhy should I tell you? Just because youâre my ex-girlfriend?â Aaron scoffed.
âDonât go too far, Aaron!â Nick hurried back upstairs, looking even more than I was, âYouâve hurt her enough already!â
âNick.â I stopped him again.
But Nick didnât listen to me.
He grabbed my shoulder and tried to lead me, âOlive, Aaron, and David are the same guy. You shouldnât mess with him for me.â
I could not refute this.
âNick, just calm down. Iâm just having a word with him.â
After comforting Nick, I spoke to Aaron again: âAaron, you donât always have to treat me like this. I do not owe you anything.
âThree years ago, Vincent cheated on me. He lied to me saying that his mother was dying. Out of sympathy and because of your control over me at the time, I went to visit his mother. But before I left, Vincent drugged me.â me.â
After three years, I finally told Aaron the truth that I didnât get a chance to tell him.
âI never got back together with Vincent, and I never married him! That night, everyone knew the wedding was fake, but youâ¦â I could barely hold back my tears, âYou showed up with another woman on your arm and she told me that she was your fiancéeâ.
I looked into Aaronâs charming blue eyes and said word for word, âYouâre the one who betrayed me.â