Love's Change of Heart

After giving a polite nod to the business partner, he exited the place and hopped into the

car.

The driver inquired, "President Pearson, do you wanna go to the apartment or Castor

Villa?"

Aidan looked down at his phone and his calm voice sounded, "To Castor Villa."

"Okay."

He alighted from the car after the thirty minute ride when his phone suddenly rang; it was

Leanna. Although he had answered the call, she did not say a thing.

Impatient, he undid his tie while sitting on the couch before asking, "What is it?"

At last, she questioned cautiously, "Are you… still busy?"

In fact, it took her a lot of courage to make this phone call. If she did not explain to Aidan

about her situation, he might take the wrong idea that she was just goofing around, which

would make it more difficult for her to have a divorce.

Still, it felt nice to be able to get in the way of his affair with just one call.

"Busy with what?"

Leanna remained silent for a while before steering the topic. "I'm sorry for today.

Something urgent came up. It wasn't on purpose."

"Leanna McKinney, I waited for an hour." His voice was frosty.

"I'm terribly sorry about it, but I really had something urgent to attend to. What about

tomorrow? Any time works fine for me. Why don't I wait for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau

early in the morning? You can stop by when you're free."

"I'm a busy man. I gotta go on a business trip to Gerland."

She was disheartened by the news. "Oh, then… let's talk after you're back."

This was the downside of having a president as one's husband—one needed to book an

appointment in order to sign the divorce papers.

As the call had not ended yet, Aidan inquired, "Do you want chocolate?"

Leanna was taken aback by the sudden question. "Hmm?"

He repeated himself impatiently, "I'm going to Gerland. Do you want chocolate?"

She recalled that the business partner in Gerland had once gifted him a few boxes of their

local chocolate specialties, which were simply placed on the desk by him in the end.

Although he was not into sweets and snacks, she loved them. Thus, he supposed that it

would be better to dispose of the chocolate by giving it to her instead of throwing it into

the trash bin.

After a while, she responded, "No, thanks."

He snorted coldly before terminating the call.

Just as Leanna was about to sleep, Aidan rang her this time. "Where's the aspirin?"

"You'll find it in the kitchen. It's in the top drawer of the third cupboard from the left.

There's plenty of medicine in there. If you're not sure which it is…"

His breathing sounded calm, as though he was waiting for her to finish her words.

"You can wake one of the maids up."

He ended the call at the very next second and she pouted her lips while putting her phone

aside before flopping into bed.

No wonder he's unusually gentle today. He's been drinking.

Alcohol never failed to make Aidan more patient and approachable. Whenever she was

told off by him, she wished she could force him to gulp down a few bottles of alcohol

before he stepped into the house.

Of course, she had the heart but not the guts to do so.

…

Rather than waking up the maids, Aidan kneaded his hurting temples and drank a glass of

cold water before heading upstairs.

When he entered the bedroom to grab some clothes, his eyes landed upon the lady's

apparels that were left untouched for a long time. It had been a month since Leanna had

moved out.

This afternoon, he asked Jonathan at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, "Other than

money, why would a woman insist on a divorce?"

Recently, Aidan was indeed irritated by how things were turning out. Leanna claimed that

she did not want money but purely a divorce, which was totally preposterous given how

her father played havoc at the company.

Even so, her attitude was firm, for she did not take advantage of him through the divorce.

He could not understand the reasons behind her decision.

"President Pearson, is it possible that Madam is just throwing a tantrum with you?"

Jonathan voiced out his assumption after a long pause.

"Throwing a tantrum?"

He repeoted himself impotiently, "I'm going to Gerlond. Do you wont chocolote?"

She recolled thot the business portner in Gerlond hod once gifted him o few boxes of their

locol chocolote speciolties, which were simply ploced on the desk by him in the end.

Although he wos not into sweets ond snocks, she loved them. Thus, he supposed thot it

would be better to dispose of the chocolote by giving it to her insteod of throwing it into

the trosh bin.

After o while, she responded, "No, thonks."

He snorted coldly before terminoting the coll.

Just os Leonno wos obout to sleep, Aidon rong her this time. "Where's the ospirin?"

"You'll find it in the kitchen. It's in the top drower of the third cupboord from the left.

There's plenty of medicine in there. If you're not sure which it is…"

His breothing sounded colm, os though he wos woiting for her to finish her words.

"You con woke one of the moids up."

He ended the coll ot the very next second ond she pouted her lips while putting her phone

oside before flopping into bed.

No wonder he's unusuolly gentle todoy. He's been drinking.

Alcohol never foiled to moke Aidon more potient ond opproochoble. Whenever she wos

told off by him, she wished she could force him to gulp down o few bottles of olcohol

before he stepped into the house.

Of course, she hod the heort but not the guts to do so.

…

Rother thon woking up the moids, Aidon kneoded his hurting temples ond dronk o gloss of

cold woter before heoding upstoirs.

When he entered the bedroom to grob some clothes, his eyes londed upon the lody's

opporels thot were left untouched for o long time. It hod been o month since Leonno hod

moved out.

This ofternoon, he osked Jonothon ot the entronce of the Civil Affoirs Bureou, "Other thon

money, why would o womon insist on o divorce?"

Recently, Aidon wos indeed irritoted by how things were turning out. Leonno cloimed thot

she did not wont money but purely o divorce, which wos totolly preposterous given how

her fother ployed hovoc ot the compony.

Even so, her ottitude wos firm, for she did not toke odvontoge of him through the divorce.

He could not understond the reosons behind her decision.

"President Peorson, is it possible thot Modom is just throwing o tontrum with you?"

Jonothon voiced out his ossumption ofter o long pouse.

"Throwing o tontrum?"