Chapter 1006 Extra Story 144 Of Aaron A Proposal

"I dare not..." the butler said in a hushed voice but his expression told Ximena that he would not give in. Then he added, "I have already asked somebody to pick up Ms. Fu and to take her here."

Ximena hated feeling like this. Ever since the beginning, she had felt that Aaron was always able to read her mind, and whenever she wanted to do something, he would know it in advance.

Seeing that she could not go out today, Ximena gave up on the idea. Grunting, she threw her handbag on the sofa, and flung herself onto the sofa too. A maid then came and put a bottle of scented tea on the table in front of her. Seeing that she looked unhappy, especially considering the apparent conflict that had happened yesterday, all the servants held their breaths in the fear of irritating Ximena.

Outside, raindrops were still falling, like a second hand that walked around the clock step by step. The sound was rhythmic but was dull and lifeless.

Leaning on the sofa, Ximena looked out of the window and observed the rain falling outside. Gradually, her sight lost focus and she was just staring blankly outside.

All of a sudden, her cellphone rang, disturbing her silence and her train of thought. Quickly, as if instinctively, she reached out for her handbag and fished out her phone. Without looking at who might be calling her, she pressed the button and put her phone on her ear. When no one spoke on the other end of the phone, Ximena looked at the screen and that was when she found out that the other end had already hung up and that she didn't actually catch the phone call.

Frowning slightly, she intended to check the list of missed calls to see who the call was from. Before she did that, though, a sound came through from the door. Once again surprised by the sudden sound, she looked at the direction where it came from. She found Freya already standing by the door, her eyes downwards. Despite not fully seeing her face, Ximena felt how tired and withered she was.

Slowly, Ximena put down her cellphone on the table, still looking at Freya. She was no longer emotional or desperate as she had been yesterday. After one night, she was confident that she could face Freya calmly.

Standing by the door, Freya was in a daze. She raised her eyes and fi

"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours."

Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them.

Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman...

erything was different outside the prison walls, despite having the same sky over them."

As these memories came back to her mind, Freya sighed deeply, a self-mocking smile on her face. "Apparently, the past has gone with the wind. No matter what really happened in the past, or who was right and who was wrong, I already spent the most valuable 15 years of my life in prison. My prime will never come back. And I don't want to spend the rest of years in resentment. Do you agree with that?" While saying that, her smile darkened and deepened a bit. She then continued, "Ximena, a person's life might be very short, like that of my elder sister's or... her husband's, but it also might be very long, like that of mine... No matter who the person is or how he or she has lived, nobody would be able to prevent himself or herself from dying when his or her day comes."

Hearing that, Ximena couldn't help but feel agitated and sad. Her despair was so great that her eyes were already wet with tears, and her nose was very red.

"Maybe you have undergone a lot of hardships in the past years," Freya said calmly, reflecting her peaceful heart at the moment. "But you were loved dearly by your parents in your childhood, and now you are taken good care of by Aaron... Ximena, I beg you, keep only those happy memories in your mind and forget the bad things that had happened to you. In future, only the happy times will matter to you, and trust me, it will make you feel satisfied with how you lived your life."