I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 339

Aidan was busy with his work on the couch in the studio. Leanna joined him after pouring herself a

glass of water before she said, "This is already like a second office to you, President Pearson. Perhaps

you should just move your things in here as well."

"Should I?" he asked with his brows raised.

"I'm kidding," came the response after a momentary pause.

Then, he closed the file in front of him and turned his gaze at her. "How long until you're done?"

"Not sure," she answered, pursing her lips slightly. As inspiration hadn't struck her yet, there was a

possibility that she might need to spend the night in the studio instead of going home tonight.

Coming into a few assumptions upon noticing the sadness on her face, he then asked, "Have you

received the theme of the competition?"

Sitting on a single-seater couch beside him, Leanna only grunted a response akin to a 'yes.'

"What is it?"

"Shouldn't the president know about it?" She turned to him.

Aidan frowned. "Pearson Group is only the organizer of the competition. Why would I need to care

about these trivial matters? Even if I did want to know about it, that would only be a scandal waiting to

happen. By then, you would be affected as well."

Since Queenie had already declared that she had come to this point in her life all for Aidan, it went to

show that there were others who shared the same sentiment even if they didn't voice them out loud.

Hence, should he have known about the theme in advance, the people would start rumors of their own

even if he hadn't said anything to Leanna.

Looks like this b*stard here is quite attentive this time, Leanna thought with her lips twitching.

Seemingly waiting for Leanna to answer, Aidan rested his arm on the back of the couch as he loosened

his tie.

Then, she said slowly, "Confession of Love."

As his eyebrows raised slightly, he gave off a look that seemingly showed that he didn't understand

what she just said.

"That is the theme for this competition," she continued.

"Then, why are you so stressed out?" Without waiting for her reply, he continued, "Is it because you

haven't been confessed to before?"

Puzzled, she was stunned into silence as she thought, Why is this b*stard saying things like this?

With a slight movement, he leaned over in front of her and looked at her with his deep black eyes

before he said deliberately, "Haven't you received many confessions before?"

Feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt from how he was staring at her, she retorted, "I-It's not like you

have had any less yourself. Unless you're saying that it's true?" Upon that, she was immediately

afflicted with regrets, as she not only felt that their conversation was becoming more like an argument

between elementary school children, but also like an argument to show who felt more jealous of the

other. No longer wanting to continue the conversation, she got up and left for the office with her ears

reddened. "I have to continue thinking about the design. If there's nothing else, you should head back,

President Pearson."

He held her wrist before he said unhurriedly, "What's the rush? It's not like you have any inspirations,

right?"

Looks like he found out.

"After all, if you did have some sort of inspiration, you wouldn't be so grumpy right now."

Leanna took a deep breath before she replied with an "Oh." Sounds about right. It's because I'm

lacking inspiration that I can't help but feel slightly annoyed.

"I know what your problem is," he continued.

At his words, she looked at him with a curious expression, as though she was curious to hear just what

sort of nonsense he would say.

Then, he continued casually, "Although you're a designer, you didn't even bother to properly

contemplate the theme. How will you be inspired if that is the case? Wasn't it because you've had a

personal experience that you've managed to come up with 'First Love' back then?"

Leanna frowned. She couldn't comprehend just why she felt that there was some truth to what he just

said.

"Hence, if you want to find inspiration for the theme, then you should try making a confession. As for

the target of the confession, I guess I can take up the role, albeit reluctantly."

Immediately, she became speechless with the man. She had thought that he was going to impart a

grand wisdom that could help her out, but instead, it all came to this in the end. She was about to retort

but managed to hold her tongue as she realized that she indeed hadn't had the experience of

confessing to someone else before.

Although she and Zack both liked each other, no one took the step of confessing to the other, so their

relationship only remained as close friends. There wasn't even the need to mention how it went with

Aidan. Even though he had been spewing innuendoes one after the other, he had never properly

confessed his love for her.

Looking back, it felt as though the concept of confession was alien to Leanna. The way she saw it, it

was only when one possessed youthful ignorance, only held one person so dearly in their heart, the

ideal age, and the appropriate atmosphere, would they make a confession of love.

She couldn't seem to imagine the scene of confession, regardless if it was Aidan confessing to her or it

was her confessing to Aidan, as it just felt wrong to her. She couldn't fathom why she felt as though

once one had reached a certain age, one would gradually stop expressing their love verbally to another

person.

Are confessions only something you do at the beginning of relationships? No. On the contrary, it's

something that has its place in relationships of those who are madly in love. Suddenly, inspiration

struck Leanna, so she broke away from Aidan's hand and said, "I'm going to get busy now. You should

head back home first."

Looking at his hand currently grasping at air, Aidan gently licked his thin lips.

As soon as she entered her office, Leanna went into a complete immersion as she started drawing up a

draft at a fast pace. When she was done, she stretched her back and noticed that it was two past

midnight. Since she didn't feel like going home when she was feeling the inspiration, she decided to

simply put together the final design. Just as she stretched her neck and was about to continue working,

she heard a knock at the door with a voice saying, "Come and have something to eat."

She was surprised that Aidan hadn't left yet. Taking two steps toward the door, she opened it to find the

man outside. "President Pearson, why are you…"

With one hand in his pocket, he replied, "I can't sleep alone."

Her eyelids twitched as she was overcome with a heavy warning to not continue this line of

conversation, so she just walked past him to find there were a number of dishes on the table. It was

then that it occurred to her that she had skipped dinner. She walked over before she sat on the couch

and couldn't help drooling slightly at the sight of the delicious-looking dishes. Taking a glance at the

insulated container on the table, she said in surprise, "There's even soup?"

"It's your favorite, right?" he said while taking a seat beside her.

At a closer look, she noticed that it was a fish stew infused with cilantro. "Did Alice prepare this?"

Saying that, she took a sip, but couldn't help frowning upon tasting it.

Aidan asked, "What's wrong?"

"This taste is…" She took another sip before she turned to him with a look of uncertainty. "Are you sure

Alice made this?"

"Who else?"

"I feel like Ms. Fletcher's the one who made this."

"Is that so?" Aidan took the spoon from her hand and took a sip. "It tastes the same to me. Isn't it all the

same if it uses the same ingredients?"

Leanna remarked, "Would you be able to make this if I gave you the exact ingredients?"

He stayed silent at her question.

Nevertheless, she felt that there was some substance to his words. Back at the Castor Villa, she had

discussed Naomi's cooking method with Alice and concluded that the fragrance of the soup was further

enhanced with the addition of the cilantro. Maybe I am overthinking it.