Love's Change of Heart

Then, the man gestured to the bartender. "Get this beautiful lady a blue margarita."

As soon as he ordered, a slender and tall figure appeared beside him. "What a nice man. Why don't

you buy me a drink as well? I came here alone too."

The man kept quiet. This man is sick.

However, Aidan did not falter as he leaned on the bar counter, blocking the man's view of Leanna, and

drummed his fingers on the countertop. "What's wrong? Are you sexist?"

The man smiled awkwardly and patted Aidan on the shoulders. "What are you talking about, bro? It's

Christmas Eve. Of course, you get a drink. Come, what would you like to drink? Go ahead and order

yourself."

"Then, I won't hold back," Aidan said. Then, he turned to the bartender. "Can I get a glass of Louis XIII

cognac?"

The bartender was stunned and replied, "Sir, we don't serve Louis XII by glasses."

"I know. Open a six-liter bottle. I want a glass; the rest is for this gentleman to give anyone who comes

to this bar alone."

At this point, the man's face had darkened immensely as he spoke in an unpleasant tone. "Bro, are you

looking for trouble?"

Louis XIII was the finest cognac produced in France, and it cost tens of thousands for a few hundred

milliliters. It would cost at least a hundred thousand if he ordered six liters.

The man himself had never tried the cognac. To him, Aidan must be doing this on purpose.

However, Aidan calmly said, "Can you not afford it? Don't be such a braggart next time."

Just as the man was about to throw a fit, he saw Aidan take out a black card from his wallet and hand it

to the bartender. "Open the bottle. It's my gift to this gentleman."

Then, Aidan turned to the man and continued, "Although nice to look at, some things shouldn't be

touched. It's best to learn when to stop. This time, you'll get a lesson from me for free. You're

welcome."

If the man hadn't seen Aidan pull out a black card in front of him and ask the bartender to open a bottle

of Louis XIII Cognac, the man would have already landed punches on Aidan's face. In front of Aidan's

dominant demeanor, the man realized he was out of his league and retreated in humiliation.

As for the bartender, he held the black card in his hand and trembled. "S-Sir, we don't have six liters of

Louis XIII Cognac."

"Then, just give me a glass of whatever she ordered."

"All right."

After he had returned the black card, the bartender let out a sigh of relief. In his years of working here,

although he had met a lot of scions, this was the first time he saw someone ordering a six-liter bottle of

Louis XIII to offer it to someone else.

Then, Aidan sat beside Leanna and still had no intention of talking to her. On the other hand, she

began playing with her phone and ignored him.

A while later, the bartender came over with their glasses of alcohol. Leanna picked it up and took a sip;

it tasted sweet with a hint of spice. This was the first time she drank such strong alcohol that she

couldn't control her cough. Initially, she had planned to just head home, but after hearing what Aidan

had said, she slowly sipped the glass of alcohol, little by little.

She had finished her drink and was beginning to feel a little hot as her cheeks burned; perhaps it was

due to a large number of people in the room. She glanced at the clock; it was almost time to go home.

When she left the bar, the cold wind that blew against her sent shivers down her spine, making her a

little dizzy. So, she took out her phone to call Zoe. "Zoe, what are you doing?"

"I'm watching New Year's Rocking Eve. It isn't as good as last year. Are you still at Elijah's house?

What time are you coming back?"

"I'm not. I'm at a bar, and I can't seem to get a taxi. Can you come and pick me up?"

"All right, I'll leave now—"

However, before Zoe could finish speaking, she heard a ruffle from the other end of the phone, followed

by a male voice that was neither cold nor indifferent. "She's with me."

Even though that was all Aidan said, Zoe could figure out what he meant, which was probably a threat

for her not to show up.

"I got it. President Pearson, please tell Nana that I drank too much and can't drive," Zoe said solemnly

before quickly hanging up the phone.

On the other end, Leanna looked at Aidan blankly. "Give me back my phone."

Aidan, however, calmly put her phone into his pocket under her gaze.

She was speechless when it came to this man. Then, she couldn't help but rudely retort, "What exactly

do you want, President Pearson?"

"If I say it, will you do as I say?"

Although she was a little sluggish after drinking alcohol, she still keenly caught on to the trap in his

words." No!"

"Then, I won't say it."

She gritted her teeth. "Didn't you want to ignore me? What are you doing now?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I was just giving you time to reflect on your mistakes," Aidan answered calmly.

"Are you insane?!"

He's not just insane! He's sick! This b*stard wants me to reflect? Reflect on my mistakes?! In his

dreams!

"You clearly know how Elijah feels about you. Yet, you follow him home to meet his parents. Aren't you

the insane one?" Aidan questioned.

"I—"

Anger was getting to her head, and Leanna started to feel dizzy. She couldn't be bothered to continue

this nonsense with him and said, "Please give me back my phone, President Pearson. I want to go

home."

"Take it yourself."

"Can you stop being shameless for one second?"

Aidan raised his eyebrows. "Are you scolding me for this?"

Leanna would have pulled Aidan's pants down and recovered her phone if she weren't so concerned

with appearing as a hoodlum in public.

She was quite far away from home, and she didn't know the way back. Otherwise, she would have just

walked back herself. That was the reason why that b*stard dared to threaten her so blatantly. Leanna

took a deep breath and thought, If this b*stard is here, Jonathan must be waiting nearby as well.

After looking around for a moment, she noticed a Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road.

Then, she walked over, opened the car door, and sat in it. "Please take me home. Thank you."

Jonathan was shocked to see this. He didn't expect her to come into the car willingly. Immediately

afterward, the door on the other side opened.

Once Aidan got in, he said indifferently, "Let's go."

"Okay," Jonathan responded.

She closed her eyes and leaned on the side of the car without a care. She knew that Aidan wouldn't

kidnap her.

After an unknown amount of time, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of an ordinary residential

building. When Leanna opened her eyes again, Jonathan was gone. Only Aidan stood outside and he

leaned against the car as he took a drag. His black eyes were deep and unreadable.