CHAPTER 27
ADAM’S POV
I see how shocked everyone is. I know. When I arrived earlier, I saw Eva trying to slap Aria. I realised that such things had occurred many times with Aria and I could never defend her. It was not because I knew it and did not act upon it, but because I never considered Aria as my better–half and I always believed my sister and mother.
Now, I want to mend this relationship so badly. Regrets plaque me every night as I realize how poorly I treated Aria, never giving her the place she deserved in my life. My house feels empty without her, and I can’t bear the thought of letting her go. I am determined to make amends, to show her the love and respect she deserves.
The weight of guilt presses down on me, suffocating me with each passing moment. Every memory of Aria is tinged with sorrow and remorse. But amidst the pain, there is a glimmer of hope a determination to make things right, to finally give her the love and respect she deserves.
I extend the shopping bag towards Aria, my hand trembling slightly with nervous anticipation. But she hesitates to take it from me, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
All I
I study her pretty face, every feature etched in my memory and an overwhelming desire surges through me. want is to take her home with me, to hold her close and shower her with kisses, to make up for all the times I have failed to show her how much she means to me.
Aria does not make any move to reach out and take the bag from me. I can sense her hesitation, her lingering resentment towards me holding her back. It is a painful reminder of the rift that exists between us, a tangible barrier that I am desperate to break through.
I hear Eva and Sophia sighing in annoyance, their impatience palpable as they try to break our intense eye contact But I cannot tear my gaze away from Aria, longing to bridge the gap between us and make amends for my past
mistakes.
“Looks like she doesn’t want it. So why insisting?” Eva reprimands.
I have completely forgotten about Sophia but frankly speaking, I do not care about her. She chips in instantly right alter Eva.
“She’s too arrogant to accept gifts now!”
How dare they? I clench my fists and jaw, struggling to contain my rising anger. This is between Aria and me–so who are they to interfere? Their impatience only fuels my determination to make things right with Aria, no matter what it takes.
Suddenly, Aria bursts out sarcastically, her voice cutting through the tension in the room, and everyone’s gaze turns towards her, surprised by her outburst.
“I don’t want anything from anyone!”
Aria’s recent behavior has been unpredictable, and I find myself bracing for any tantrums or outbursts from her. I admire how she stands up for herself, but beneath that aderation lles a deep sense of regret and guilt. The realization that I falled to support her weighs heavily on my conscience, filling me with a profound sadness.
“Eva, you need those clothes more than I do. I’m glad you bought what I chose.”
The stick on Arla’s face betrays a sense of satisfaction, while the embarrassment on Eva’s face tells a different Jale altogether. It is a stark contrast of emotions, revealing the complex dynamics at play in the room.
“As I mentioned before, my good friend, Stella Newton can design all my clothes.”
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Did she say Stella Newton? The famous designer? Well, since when is Aria friends with Stella?
Thear Eva mocking Aria
“Ha! You and friend with Stella? Can’t you stop singing the same tune?”
The revelation adds another layer of intrigue to the situation, leaving me curious about the nature of Aria’s relationship with such a prominent figure.
As I see Aria looking at her friend next to her and addressing her as Stella, I am completely baffled. The pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place, but I am still left with more questions than answers.
do it for me!
The friend smiles from ear to ear and nods.
“Fucking unbelievable”
But instead of staying back to clarify further to Eva, Aria winks at her friend. Before I can stop her, she is gone, striding proudly out of the store. My confusion only deepens as I watch her leave, wondering what other surprises she has in store.
Eva and Sophia stare at me, their expectant pazes suggesting; they think I shall let them have their way. But as Eva reaches out to grab the bag from me, I instinctively move backward, catching her off guard. Her glare of astonishment only fuels my resolve to stand my ground.
“If you want these clothes, you have to pay for them. They aren’t yours!”
