I suddenly looked up, surprised to see Aaron not far away, his eyes hazy from the alcohol.
When he saw me, the usual cold arrogance and composed demeanor were completely gone. Instead, he gave a slightly dazed smile.
Aaron walked toward me.
Before I knew it, I was pulled into his arms. His familiar scent, now mixed with the faint aroma of alcohol, surrounded me.
His words were slurred, but I understood them perfectly.
“Claire… I’m so glad I finally get to be with you.”
After leaving the bar, the air inside the car was thick with the smell of alcohol.
I settled Aaron into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.
But in just those few moments, he wasn’t behaving himself
“Claire… Claire.”
He half–opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled again.
Then, a kiss landed gently on my forehead.
My cheeks flushed crimson as I clutched my forehead and quickly retreated to the driver’s seat.
How unbelievable.
“Aaron, just wait. Tomorrow, you’ll be so embarrassed you’ll wish the ground would open up and swallow you,” I thought and let out a small, exasperated laugh, gripping the steering wheel tightly. But my mind couldn’t stop replaying everything I’d heard tonight.
They said Aaron had been secretly in love with me for three years.
They also said that when we reunited at the company, he was so happy he told every one of them about it.
Back in university, he regretted not confessing his feelings to me.
He’d even admitted to his friends that he hated the façade he always wore–the cold, aloof mask that stopped him from being honest, even with someone he liked.
Apparently, he’d been dead serious when discussing his plan to pursue me.
But less than two weeks later, he’d heard that I was with Nicolas.
