"Thanks anyway, you're a sweetheart," she says, giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek then walking away, answering her benefactor's call."Arya, what happened, are you okay?" he asks worriedly."I am, my mother isn't, I have to go to her," she says with her voice cracking."I'm on my way to the clinic, I'll see you in the ER," he warns getting out of the car and hangs up.Arya walks as fast as she can to get her things and meets a pale Ayden at the ER entrance, just as promised."You got here fast," she mentions, handing him his work bag."I was on my way home, I wanted to change for a business lunch," she clarifies. "John called me. What do you know about your Mirella?""He spoke to me, claimed me, said he already knew everything and then there was a commotion; they hung up on me," she says, trying to call her mother back, but it sends straight to voicemail."I'm sorry," she expresses sincerely.They both get into the car and John drives them to the resting place where his mother
The couple -not a couple-, had arrived at Ayden's apartment. Arya was going with a broken heart and mind. Meanwhile, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, but he had already exceeded his limits on other occasions, all involving or on behalf of his son. On this occasion, however, it was purely personal to the girl.Her ramblings distracted him from his duty as a knight."Miss Arya, are you well," Bea asks when she sees her arrive with puffy eyes.It was well known to all the friction between the two. They even whispered when they weren't about the compatibility of their characters or how they were such opposites that it made them attracted to each other.“No” Ayden answers for her. “It's no good. Take her to the living room, I'll be right back.”"Yes sir," Bea affirms and patiently and tenderly leads Arya away.The young woman lies lost in thought, sad and desperate."Miss, if there is anything we can help with
The next morning, he decides to ignore it. He gets up earlier and calls himself a cab. He decides to go down the stairs and the main entrance and not the elevator to the garage.Neither John nor his bodyguards notice this. They expected him to go down with Ayden as he does every day or most days. He heads straight to his mother's nursing home and once there he goes straight to her bedroom.She lies peacefully asleep. When she awakens, breakfast has already been brought to her, so Arya offers to give it to her."I remember when you were a little girl, your dark hair, long and straight. I used to call you my little Snow White," her mother murmurs haltingly."I don't remember," Arya confesses, but she feels melancholy that her mom would tell her something like that.She usually doesn't talk about it ever.A call on her phone interrupts her. Arya checks and sees that it's Mark."Hello," Mark greets. "Hi, Mark," she says with a smile on her lips."
Arya lies in her recliner, eyes closed, AirPods on, listening to “Chasing cars” by Snow Patrol. Concentrating on every word, she imagines a world where everything is perfect, one where the millionaire's heart is her own. Where he allows her to get close, to touch him, to love him. But it is not so. Her world is reduced to a misery of time-sharing, of feigned smiles and interest founded on a simple business. She sings her heartbroken voice softly, but even so it is heard in the hallway. Ayden, who waits for her to finish singing before approaching, remains leaning against the nearby wall. Daniel Cheng was right when he told her that she was falling in love. "Could it be that, or is she just singing for singing?" she wonders. “Hello” he greets as she enters the bedroom ready. "It won't be long before your mom arrives. They're coming with the boys you picked out, are you sure they'll help you?" "Thanks for letting me know" she replies without enc
The young woman leans back against the wall and crosses her arms over her pronounced abdomen. "I don't really care what you do or don't do with her," she says, trying to sound serious. "You're single, a millionaire, handsome, you could practically ask for any woman, and she'd fall at your feet." "You say you don't care, and you make jealous scenes for me… it's incongruous what you say, Arya," Ayden remarks. Arya squints her eyes as if she wants to kill him. "You, you are incongruous, you asked me not to get close to Mark, you agreed you wouldn't get close to Cathy. You said you'd support me, and what do you do the first chance you get to prove you're a gentleman who keeps his promises? You go on a bender with "Cathy". Don't fuck with the incongruity because the incongruent one is not me, it's you. And it's not jealousy… you wish." Ayden studies her intently. "Like I said, you're a shrew when you put your mind to
It was mid-afternoon when Arya received a call from Mark, taking advantage of Ayden's virtual meeting with Daniel in his office. She decided to take it in her relaxation room."Yes, Mark. What do you think about what I sent you?" she inquired with great concern."Hello, I've talked to both the head of cardiac surgery and the specialist oncologist, and they mutually agree that chemotherapy or radiation therapy in your mother's condition could be very aggressive," he commented with his characteristic professional tone. Upon hearing this, Arya slumped her shoulders. "However, all hope is not lost. The Spaniards are conducting an experimental treatment that basically involves combining several immunotherapy drugs.""Are you proposing that we take my mother to Spain?" she asks, confused and hopeful. "I don't think she can handle so many hours of flying.""No, Arya. What I recommend and Dr. Jones suggests is that we perform the treatment here. One of his colleagues was
"I made the bread and butter that she likes so much," she adds, and at that Sebas enters with the basket of freshly baked bread."Thank you, Bea, thank you!" she thanks excitedly, takes a roll, breaks it up, dips it in the sauce and pops it in her mouth. "Wow... this is... heaven."The diners around her laugh under their breath, but Ayden remains awed by Arya's presence. When he met her, she was in the bones, he knows she has gained a couple of pounds that, instead of detracting from her beauty, have done her good, she looks healthy, and he loves to see how she enjoys these small pleasures that for many only go unnoticed."I love to see that you like what you eat," Ayden murmurs, feeling pleased, after asking her many times to feed."You should see what I see, you would also feel delighted as much as I do," she replies, making a slight flirtation.Ayden swallows hard and moves closer to her ear."I already am," she confesses.Arya's cheeks flush qu
Jeffrey Harley's arrival at the home of the arrogant and unfriendly, Ayden Emory, has meant a superhuman amount of patience not to take him out immediately.The millionaire watched Arya and how she is despite the worry, liked to see her mother happy. But he didn't, he knew what had actually happened in Arya's past. All because Jeff, her brother, had confessed to his bodyguards.When they finished dinner, both Sam and Bruno retired to sleep, as did Daniel at home, thus leaving the couples in the living room."Tell me Arya, where will they do your mother's treatment," her father says in a demanding tone.Jeffrey had never been a man of many words, he was surly and seemed to have a hard time showing even a little affection to anyone but Jeff."At the hospital where I do my internship," she answers with such solemnity that it seems as if she's standing in front of a courtroom."Are you sure your mom will be saved?" he inquires, causing Mirella to stare at him in astonishment. "I mean that