All Chapters of Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I was struggling with bags, Aiden, and the door when suddenly a helping hand rested over my palm. My eyes moved up to look at the intruder and I was surprised to find Mr. Clayton here. My eyebrows shot up in surprise.What is he doing here?"You?" I asked, my voice reflecting my astonishment."Yeah, I thought you needed some help," he chuckled, glancing down at the bags I was carrying, Aiden's keys and the car."Yeah, but what are you doing here?" I asked him."Well, I came for some shopping. My mother needed a few things. When I came out, I found that my car had ditched me. I was about to hire a cab when I saw you," he explained with a warm smile on his lips, explaining everything to me. "Ohh," I nodded my head in understanding, "that's not a problem. I can give you lift." I chuckled"No, it's fine. I don't want to bother you," he said."Bother? It's completely fine, sir," I replied, a bit surprised by his reluctance."Uppss," he scrunched up his nose. "I can't take a ride from you

"Today, I will pick up Aiden," I informed Philip."Why?" he asked, puzzled by the sudden change in our routine."Because it's my day off today," I explained.Richard has opened a new branch, expanding his firm. So tonight he is throwing a party for that. He gave leave to his current employees for today. "You could accompany me," Philip suggested."Uh, please, Philip, just go out with Mia," I insisted.Philip had evening shifts at his office, making it convenient for him to pick up Aiden, whereas Mia had morning shifts. Due to their work schedules, they rarely had the opportunity to spend quality time together. Today, Mia had also taken a day off, and I wanted them to enjoy some quality time away from the stresses of work and family.It would be wrong from my side if I waste his time when I myself could pick up Aiden. "You are not going alone to pick Aiden" he declaredFrom the last one month, since I have encountered Damien again on the streets, Philip is picking him up. He is doin

After his afternoon nap, Aiden's first request was for the chocolate I had given him in the car earlier. While he wasn't as silent as he had been earlier in the day, he still lacked his usual vigor.Determined to make up for the earlier turmoil, I stayed with him throughout the day, assisting with his homework and playing his favorite games. I could see a faint return of the spark in his eyes, but his previous words still lingered in my mind.As the evening rolled around, Aiden seemed to be gradually forgetting the events of the car ride home, but I knew this topic was far from resolved.I agree with my mother that it is not the last time he has asked for a father; he would surely ask for him again, and every time he would try to know more about it. If Damien kept on coming in front of him again and again, then it wouldn't be too late for him to identify him as his father.By 9 PM, I had managed to put Aiden to sleep. I was already running late for a party that was supposed to begin at

I blinked twice to sweep in the tears that were welling my eyes, making my vision slightly blurry. Damien disappeared from my sight when I opened my eyes and in place of him, I could see a manly figure there, which was definitely not Damien.With his hands shoved in his pockets, he walked to me, a gentle smile playing on his lips. I was glad that Damien wiped my tears before he could see me."Is everything fine, Angel?" Richard asked in his soothing voice.I nodded. "I didn't mean to bother you. I apologise if, because of the dance, you""No, Richard, it is completely fine. I actually felt good while dancing. It was my passion and I always used to forget about my worries. It happened today as well. In fact, you brought back that feeling," I told him."Don't get bothered by what people might think about you," he said. "They will still talk behind your back no matter what you do." "I am not," I told him with a small smile. "I just wanted to have some fresh air." He cocked his head."I

"Where is momma's Aiden?" I playfully called out, listening for the familiar giggle that never failed to warm my heart. I knew he was hiding behind the curtains, but I decided to pretend that I hadn't spotted him just yet. His feet were clearly visible and the soft giggles passing through his lips didn't go unheard by me. But his theory is as such that if he can't see me then I can't see him as well. That's why he kept his eyes hidden with his palms. "Oh, he is not behind the couch" I acted "Where is he?" With a mischievous glint in my eye, I gently moved the curtain aside, revealing the adorable, giggling Aiden. "Gotcha!" I exclaimed, causing another burst of infectious laughter from my little one, his eyes still hidden behind his tiny palms.I scooped him up into my arms, and with all the tenderness in my heart, I tossed him into the air, eliciting even more joyful laughter from him.The sound of his sweet giggles filled the hall. I couldn't resist the temptation of squeezing hi