Chapter 47
He held my hand the entire way to Greenwich, and let go only to shift his grip to help me leave the car in
front of the modern version of the medieval fortress–the Wintons‘ mansion.
“I‘m nervous... I don‘t know what to say to them. They will ask about us, right?” I squeezed Aren‘s hand,
hoping for thest words offort.
“Tell the truth.” He smirked. “It‘s the best way to hide any lie. The more truth they hear, the lower they‘ll
lower their guards.”
We walked inside, greeted by the servantdies at the door, before meeting with Augustus Winton,
Aren‘s father, and Vanessa. I inwardly sighed in relief when I noticed there was no Can around.
Nheless, I merely expected him to show upter. All the men were dressed in well–tailored ck
tuxedos, while Vanessa was wearing a slightly shimmering white–silver gown. The view made me
wonder if it was a family dinner or a show of wealth and power. There were no hugs and kisses but brief,
polite nods, and half–smiles while greeting us, which made me feel more like I was about to enter a
business meeting.
“So, Cora, how did you and Aren meet?” Vanessa asked as soon as we sat down at the table.
“We met in a café in Midtown Manhattan,” I replied, before taking a sip of wine.
She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Really? Were you working somewhere nearby?”
I chuckled and nced at Aren before answering, “I worked at that café.” “What?!” Vanessa eximed,
her tone mixing disbelief and disdain.
Aren red at his stepmother and gently ced his hand on top of mine “I saw her there and wanted to
make her mine. I couldn‘t care less what kind of job she does,” he said curtly
Aren‘s father interrupted, clearing his throat. “And do you still work at that cafe, Coral”
“No, I actually started working for Lan Diamond Corporation,” I imed proudly,
Suddenly, a burst of maliciousughter filled the room. The sound wasing from the threshold of the
dining room. As I turned toward the source, I saw Can entering the room and taking the seat right in
front of me. He was wearing a dark blue suit, distinguishing him from the rest of the men in the room and
making him look less formal.
“What great news, Cora? You‘ve always wanted to work for a bigpany, but I‘ve never expected you
to fuck my brother just to achieve that.” Can‘s venomous words brought my blood to a boil in an
instant.
I clenched my fists, and I noticed that I wasn‘t the only one. Aren straightened up in his seat, looking like
a predator one second before an attack.
“Can!” Augustus roared, his eyes shifting between him and Aren. “Apologize to your brother‘s fiancée
at once!”
Can, Vanessa, and Aren‘s father looked at the old man in undeniable shock.
“Now!” Augustus thundered, before indiscreetly checking Aren‘s reaction.
Can‘s lips twitched in anger, but he quickly turned it into a cold smirk. “I apologize, future sister–in–
law.”
Aren leaned forward on the table, sending Can a murderous re. “Watch it, brother. The next time
you try to insult my Cora, nothing will save you“-he nced disdainfully at the old man–“not even a
poorly yed outrage that forced you to say this half–assed apology.” “Can and Aren, stop this fight.
This was supposed to be a family dinner.” James Winton made a frown as if the murderous look in his
sons‘ eyes stood for a mere difference of opinion.
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Vanessa smiled nervously, shifting her eyes to me. “And how do you know my son?”
“She used to be my precious girlfriend when I studied at Oxford, Mom,” Can replied before I could. “Of
course, she didn‘t know I was a Winton then,” he added with a mocking chuckle.
“So, you left my son... for Aren?” Vanessa‘s voice became as venomous as Can‘s.
I screamed internally in frustration and anger when Aren suddenly lifted my hand to ce a delicate kiss
on it, and then his eyesnded on Vanessa. “Your son was an idiot for not taking care of Cora properly.
But perhaps I should thank him. If it wasn‘t for him being a sickening bastard, I wouldn‘t have this
amazing gem by my side.” Aren smirked. Can punched the table with his fist. “Don‘t provoke me,
brother. You don‘t want me to spill all the dirt,” he hissed, ncing at me.
“Enough!” Augustus bellowed. “Can! If you cannot behave like a civilized person, then leave this table
at once!”
It was obvious that Augustus was doing it only to please Aren. He couldn‘t care less about the meaning
of Can‘s words. He only wanted to stop the uing catastrophe that could put
him at a disadvantage when talking with Aren about business,
“Fine!” Can fumed, getting up from his seat and heading toward the door in angry strides.
I heaved a sigh of relief. 11 would be wonderful if he could just stay out of my sight the entire time we
were there, but I didn‘t think that was possible Vanessa seemned clearly displeased with Augustus
scolding her son. I noticed her prodding James‘s shoulder, hoping that he would speak for their son, but
James stayed silent. I could see the disapproval on his face, yet he didn‘t dare stand up to the old man.
Augustus Winton was the head of the family, the one in charge of everything and every member of his
family... except for Aren. It must have been really pissing him off that he needed to suck up to his
grandson to get a better position on the market. Of course, I couldn‘t be any less sorry for any of them.
They were a truly “lovely”
family––they practically kicked out Aren themselves, and then they med him for doing fine while being
independent.
The rest of the dinner passed with a few words said only. Aren barely spared a nce at his family,
giving his attention solely to me. It was embarrassing at times, like when he tried to feed me while others
were looking at us grimacing in disgust, but mostly, his attention made my heart flutter. He kept looking at
me with caring eyes,pletely different from the cold or indifferent gazes he spared his grandfather,
father, and Vanessa.
“Thank you for the meal,” he said, standing up and taking my hand.
“W–wait!” Augustus eximed nervously. “You‘re not thinking of leaving now, are you? How about you
spend a night here? We could drink some more... talk about the recent ventures...”
Aren smirked coldly before looking at me. “What do you say, beautiful?”
I knew he would ask me that question. He knew how ufortable I felt around Can. If I didn‘t feel
that I could handle seeing more of him, this was my time to get us out of there. But that would make me
a coward, and I would also ruin Aren‘s chances to get proof of his mother‘s being murdered.
I patted Aren‘s shoulder and smiled. “If Grandfather asks us to stay, then we should.”
“Perfect!” the old man pped his hands. “I will tell the servants to prepare a room for you upstairs.”
***
I was tired. Sitting at that stiff dinner exhausted me more than thest three days of dealing with Lan
Diamond Corporation‘s hacker crisis. Aren left to have a drink with his grandfather while I couldn‘t wait to
jump under the shower and then hop to bed... The problem was, there was only one bed in that giant
bedroom we were given. Well, it shouldn‘t be too awkward to sleep in a king–size bed together when we
spent the previous night glued together on a narrow sofa, yet thest night sort of happened, and this
was a deliberate consent. A blush formed on my cheeks while I stared at the bed. I felt anxious and
excited at the same time... but I freaked out once I opened my suitcase. There was only one wearable
nightgown packed for me, and it was made of ck, almost see–through silk. What had happened to my
safe oversized T–shirt?! I cursed under my breath, swearing that it was thest time that I allowed
someone else to choose what to pack into my bag. I washed my irritation under the shower. Then I blow–
dried my hair and got dressed in that
Dinner
sexy ck piece of silk with thin shoulder straps. I had to admit that I started to anticipate the
moment Aren saw me in it... I smiled wickedly, staring at myself in the mirror when I heard the click of
the door lock. I froze. I closed the door from the inside, and Aren was supposed to knock three times
for me to open it. Chills ran down my spine. As I slowly stepped out of the bathroom and entered
the room, I swallowed in fear. “What the hell are you doing here, Can?”