Chapter 177. A message from Vincent
Olive’s POV:
Why did I feel like Aaron was in front of me? Was this a hallucination from drinking too much? I blinked hard, but the grip on my hand didn’t lessen even a bit.
Aaron clutched my hand tightly while his falcon-like gaze bore into my soul. I pursed my lips. Right now, the fire in Aaron’s eyes was stronger than the whiskey I was drinking.
I sat there as words fell from his lips, but the music was so loud that I couldn’t understand a word.
The next second, he gripped my hand even tighter. Aaron slowly crouched down as his stunning blue eyes shimmered with hope. This time, I could hear him clearly. “Olive, you can’t do this.”
I was so out of it that for a moment, I didn’t know what he was talking about.
Then, he pushed the ring back onto my finger before bringing my hand up for a gentle kiss.
The look in his pious eyes made my heart feel like it was burning. I suddenly had trouble remembering what Aaron was like when I first met him, but from what I could remember, he had never been as humble as he was now.
Yes, humble! I thought I’d never see the day that I called Aaron ‘humble.’
sun. It made no sense for him to look
I couldn’t help but hold
and dryly reply,
was half-crouched in front of me, and he looked a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I raised my hand to pat his hand and blurted out, “Aaron, you look like an anxious little puppy
words, and I was worried he would be angry.
looked at me pitifully. I tugged at Aaron’s hand and once
my hand tightly, and even though his lips were curled in a
I wanted
he could sit next to me. I looked him right
after my confession, the shine in Aaron’s eyes returned. His grip on my hand was so tight that his knuckles were slightly white. He asked,
asked myself that question. While in the bar, I did think for a moment about breaking up with Aaron. But the
that the mere thought of him belonging to another caused me pain. I no
me into his arms and buried his head deep in the crook of my neck. I could
back
suddenly burst into a m*ffled laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had just been let free after a death sentence. I knew I’d never forget that laugh in my
wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. I was almost suffocated by