An Inevitable Fate?

Rachel's mouth twitched. This guy! He was an expert at ruining the joyful atmosphere with his foul mouth!

Seeing her face that looked like a monkey's a.s.s, Aaron felt a longing satisfaction.

"Baby?"

"..."

"What, cat got your tongue?"

"..."

He smirked as she adjusted herself on the bench.

"Anyway, my proposal will always be open. Feel free to accept it."

'Proposal, your face! No one can be as shameless as you.'

By seeing her expression, he understood that she might be scolding him in her heart. He sniffled a laugh and got up.

"Let's go,"

"Where to?"

She lifted her head while still sitting on the bench.

"Where else, home! Or, are you planning to stay here?"

He looked at her as if she had two heads. Rachel got stunned!

'Home?'

The word made her realize that she didn't have one. Her parents didn't want her anymore in their home. She had lost her birth-parents. Where could she go now?

"I... Where should I go, now?"

Aaron was speechless.

Did she forget that she was married to him? Okay, maybe not legally, but please!

"Come on, let's go home."

He reached for her hands to force her to get up. But she yanked her hand back reflexively.

He looked annoyed. She panicked and was about to say sorry but his next statement left her speechless.

"Why? You haven't taken a bath? Sigh, let's go already."

He couldn't care less and walked away.

Rachel was at a loss!

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Oaklands Villa, France,

A huge villa was located in the middle of the land surrounded by a huge garden. The Oaklands Villa covered more than ten acres of land with oak trees everywhere. There was a huge fountain in the front yard. A few servants were cleaning the garden by trimming the bushes.

Inside, the interior of the villa was decorated in the European style with three large windows in the living hall with a huge painting of a landscape hanging on the wall. A set of the cream-colored sofa was placed at the center of the hall with a grand white chandelier hanging above it.

Servants in their uniforms were walking around, cleaning the place. A man in a black tuxedo made his way to the master bedroom that was situated on the first floor. He knocked twice on the door that was made of the African Blackwood. He waited patiently outside the room.

After a few minutes, the bedroom door opened and a man came out wearing a royal blue silk robe. Under the robe, a white set of clean pajamas could be seen.

"Good afternoon, Sir. The lunch is ready."

"Mm."

The man grunted in response as he made his way towards the dining hall.

The dining hall was as big as a big apartment. It had a long dining table with a clean table cloth laid on it. Many exquisite french dishes were placed on the table. A clean set of silver cutlery was placed on the table. A group of servants welcomed the man as he entered and took a seat at the end that was the head of the table.

A butler came forward and started to serve his master. Once he was done, he took a few steps back and stood with others.

The man took a knife and fork and started to have Confit de canard, a tasty French dish of duck.

He was a man in the early forties with a perfect toned body. With his strong body and upright posture, he radiated a sophisticated, king like an aura.

The silent hall was disturbed by a loud ringing of the phone. He didn't stop his movements but continued leisurely.

The man in the black tuxedo called Sorren answered the phone and grunted before informing the man.

"Sir, it's Young Master Dan."

Ryan didn't receive the phone but signaled Sorren to put the phone on the speaker.

"Boss, it's me!"

"Mm."

"The-The matter is, actually, that, I'm-"

"Get to the point."

"Okay, okay. Boss, I'm really sorry, it was my mistake. They escaped because of my negligence. I shouldn't have underestimated our enemy."

The atmosphere grew heavy as the silence fell in the hall. The servants held their breath as they waited for their Master's outburst.

"Anything else?"

Did he sound calm? Oh my god!

"Ye-yes. I will take full responsibility and take any punishment that you give."

"Mm, come back for now."

"Really? What is our next plan?"

Dan was astonished when he heard his boss.

Didn't they have to take revenge, still?

"Nothing, come back."

He ended the call and got up to leave. He asked his assistant to send a private jet to fetch Dan from there. It was not an appropriate time to make the next move.

"Don't disturb me."

He ordered the people and went to the second floor. He took a few turns and entered the room, closing the door behind.