Love's Change of Heart

"Well, she still has to find somewhere to stay before then."

That makes sense too.

Aidan took a sip of water before continuing slowly, "She's moved to someone far away. Once you're

free, I'll bring you over to see her."

She replied, "Okay." It's quite likely that this trip would be dependent on his mood again.

After lunch, Leanna had initially planned to return to her studio when Aidan stopped her. "Could you not

head back to work today?"

What nonsense.

She responded, "President Pearson, I've got work to do. Besides, you've got the entire Pearson Group

to run. Are you going to just leave it like that?"

He answered, "Pearson Group is perfectly fine even without me there. Don't tell me that your tiny studio

can't survive without you?"

Leanna inhaled a deep breath. "Yes. It can't survive without me! The few of us inside my tiny studio

work hard to run the business, unlike Pearson Group. We're neither influential or rich, so naturally,

there shouldn't even be a comparison in the first place! You…"

At that, Aidan stretched out an arm and supported his head as he looked at her with a smirk. "That's

enough. I merely mentioned a single sentence, and here you are, rambling on and on. I'll send you

back to work."

Still, the lady glared at him with annoyance. How dare the b*stard turn around and blame all the

mistakes onto me!

The place they had lunch was not too far from the studio, so they returned by foot just like how they

came earlier.

With just a few steps forward, Aidan naturally yet sneakily reached out to take her hand into his and

held it tightly against his palm.

Of course, Leanna instinctively tried to withdraw her hand. "What are you doing? There are a lot of

people around…"

Aidan lifted his brows questioningly. "What's wrong with having people around? It's not illegal to hold

my wife—my girlfriend's hands."

At that point, Leanna realized that she had underestimated how thick-skinned this lowlife was.

Fortunately, it was past peak lunch hour and there were no longer crowds along the streets. There

were also several couples hand-in-hand, so they did not appear to be significantly out of place.

As such, Leanna kept quiet and she slowly walked along his side.

Moments later, Aidan's voice slowly rang out. "You don't have to worry about Jethro. I'll resolve things."

Pausing in her tracks, she looked at him and asked, "Did Oscar tell you?"

"I don't need him to tell me that." Aidan replied, "I should have told you in advance about the fact that

he was still well and alive. If you were mentally prepared for this, then it wouldn't have come as such a

surprise to you."

"When did you find out?"

There was a deep look in Aidan's eyes as he glanced at her. "You can't hide anything from me."

Leanna could not be bothered about this arrogant and egotistical man, so she maintained a moment of

silence before saying, "This is my personal matter, so I have my ways to deal with it. President

Pearson, you should be the one who stops worrying about this."

"How do you plan to deal with it?"

Although Aidan intended for it to be a question, Leanna could sense his challenging tone, which

prompted her to snort in response. "Just you wait and see."

…

Despite the lengthy period Ron had promised to Leanna in locating Jethro, he actually had managed to

track him down in merely three days.

Jethro could not change his old ways; even though his leg was broken, he refused to waste the money

to treat his injury at the hospital. Instead, he spent them all on the gambling table.

As such, he had merely gone to a quack doctor and had his broken leg bandaged haphazardly before

considering everything sorted.

Furthermore, he had the one-hundred thousand that he had extorted, so he felt that it would be such a

shame for his broken leg if he did not go on a gambling spree!

At the illegal casino, Jethro collected his money with a beaming face.

Then, someone next to him scolded, "Look at you winning loads. Hey. You playin' dirty?"

Meanwhile, Jethro collected his money while saying, "I'm just lucky today. You guys just never saw how

badly I once lost. I even lost my daughter."

A person flung the cards aside and left. "I don't want to continue the game. I'm so unlucky tonight. I've

lost seven to eighty thousand! This is annoying."

Jethro turned to gesture to the crowd by the side. "Don't just stand there. We're one player short. Hurry

up and fill the spot."

Everyone refused to step forward after noticing that Jethro was on a winning streak tonight.

Just as he was about to go and get someone else to fill the spot, a figure dropped into the seat next to

him. Before he could even fully form his smile, it suddenly froze on his face.

Ron wore a devilish look in his eyes. "Let's continue. You're one player short, aren't you? I'll join you for

a few rounds."

Jethro instantly kept his money. "I've had enough. It's late now, so it's time for me to go."

He had just taken a step forward when Ron suddenly stretched out one leg in front of Jethro. "You

seem to have forgotten something, but I guess that's normal since you're so busy. You forgot

something important, didn't you?"

Jethro was not completely dull; he knew that Ron was here for the money. After some hesitation, he

reached into his pocket and took out half of the money he had with him. "This is what I've won tonight.

This should cover the interest and I'll pay off the rest in two more days."

Ron asked, "How did you get so much money?"