Aubrey's POV: My heart raced as Evan's voice pierced the air. I turned swiftly, my eyes meeting his as he stood at the gate. A mix of surprise and concern washed over his features, and his gaze lingered on the place where Lucas had held my hand. Sensing his disapproval, I gently extricated my hand from Lucas's grasp and stood up, feeling a sudden need to explain. "It's not what it looks like," I began, but Evan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. His question hung in the air, leaving me bewildered. Did he already know Lucas? "What are you doing here?" Evan's voice held a tinge of anger, directed squarely at Lucas. He didn't give me a chance to respond, cutting me off. Confusion swirled within me, unsure of how much Evan knew about Lucas's presence. "Big Brother, I'm sorry, but Dad invited me," Lucas spoke with a tinge of guilt, his voice tinged with regret. "I told you never to come in front of me," Evan shouted angrily, his words carrying a weight that resonated wit
Aubrey's Pov: The aroma of the food filled the air as Lucas took a bite of the meal I had prepared. "Delicious! I'm tired of eating foreign hamburgers and crunchy fries," he groaned, expressing his satisfaction. I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy seeing that he enjoyed the food I had cooked. We all sat down for breakfast, and I noticed that Evan's temper seemed to be better than the previous night. "It's absolutely delicious, Grandma. I wish I could take the chef with me," Lucas exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident. Grandma chuckled and replied, "You can't take your sister-in-law away from your brother." As she spoke, my gaze shifted towards Evan, who was also looking at me. There was a subtle connection between us, an unspoken understanding. "Aubrey, you're incredibly talented in the kitchen. I'm envious of your skills, my dear sister," Lucas complimented me, leaving me at a loss for words. Before I could respond, Lucas turned to his mother, Camilla, and playfully remarked, "Mom,
The announcement of Lucas' impending marriage fell upon him like a sudden downpour, leaving him drenched in confusion. His father, Mr. Davis, had an inexplicable eagerness for Lucas to enter into matrimony, which only intensified Lucas' bewilderment. "But Dad, why this sudden insistence on my marriage?" Lucas questioned, seeking understanding in his father's eyes. Perplexed, he couldn't fathom the underlying reasons driving his father's urgency. "Lucas, if you recall, I had already urged you to marry years ago when Evan tied the knot," Mr. Davis revealed, accompanied by the presentation of some documents. "Take a look at these," he continued, handing Lucas the papers, which carried the weight of his father's will. As Lucas scanned the contents, his eyes widened at the revelation. "According to my will, the remaining share of the company will go to the firstborn grandchild. Currently, Evan holds 63% of the shares in his name. However, if Evan and Aubrey have a child, you won't receive
Aubrey's Point of View: The sound of my name echoed through my dreams, slowly pulling me back to consciousness. I fluttered my eyes open, greeted by a gentle voice that tugged at my heartstrings. It was Evan, looking youthful and vibrant, extending his hand towards me. "Please, stop crying," he implored, his voice filled with compassion. "I know you love your mom, but you're not alone, Aubrey. I will take care of you." A smile crept onto my face as his words wrapped around me like a warm embrace. With a surge of happiness, I moved closer to him, allowing his outstretched hand to guide me. Evan pulled me into an embrace, holding me tightly against his chest. "I promise you'll never be alone. I won't let sorrow touch you," he vowed, his words soothing my troubled soul. Tears welled in my eyes, and I returned his embrace, unable to contain the overwhelming love I felt for him. "I love you, Evan, more than words can express," I confessed, my heart brimming with joy. In that moment, I was
Aubrey's Point of View: The sound of the door opening filled the room, and my heart leaped with anticipation. I turned my gaze towards the entrance, only to be greeted by the sight of Lucas standing there. Disappointment washed over me, and I struggled to hide it. "Oh dear, it seems quite rude to be disappointed upon seeing my face. I wasn't aware that I had such an effect," Lucas remarked, his expression turning into a mock pout. "No, no, it's not like that. I just didn't expect to see you," I hastily explained, waving my hands to dismiss any misunderstanding. "I know, you were expecting Evan," Lucas stated, a knowing smile playing on his lips. I blushed involuntarily, confirming his assumption. It had been a day since I regained consciousness, yet neither a call nor a visit from Evan had graced my existence. "How are you feeling?" Lucas inquired, placing a fruit basket on the table. He was the only person who bothered to visit me during this time. "I'm fine, thank you," I replie
Evan Cooper, consumed by worry and unable to visit Aubrey at the hospital due to work obligations, contacted the doctor in a frantic phone call. He anxiously inquired about Aubrey's discharge, hoping to learn when she would be released. "Hello, Doctor. When will you be discharging Aubrey from the hospital?" Evan questioned urgently, his voice laced with concern. A day had passed since he had left Aubrey under the hospital's care, and he was eager to be reunited with her. "Mr. Cooper, she was discharged two hours ago," the doctor informed him. Evan's frustration bubbled up, almost causing him to raise his voice. "Why didn't you call me before discharging her? What if something had happened to her on her way home?" he nearly shouted, his worry palpable. The thought of Aubrey being alone and vulnerable in her weakened state troubled him deeply. "Apologies, Mr. Cooper, but Aubrey expressed a strong desire to leave the hospital. She seemed uncomfortable here," the doctor explained, unde
Aubrey's heart skipped a beat when she felt a presence behind her. She turned, only to find Lucas standing there, catching her off guard while she was engrossed in her breakfast preparations."Cooking," Aubrey replied, her voice betraying her surprise as she resumed her work. She couldn't shake off the memory of Evan's recent warning, a lingering caution that kept her on edge."I'm sorry, Aubrey. I know Evan was angry with you because of me," Lucas apologized, his voice tinged with remorse.Aubrey quickly dismissed his guilt, refusing to let it burden him. "No, Lucas, it's not your fault. There's nothing wrong between me and Evan," she reassured him, hoping to put his concerns to rest.Lucas's inquiry about the state of her relationship with Evan didn't go unnoticed. Aubrey understood the underlying meaning of his words as they reached her ears. She pleaded with him, her voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desperation. "Lucas, please, don't ask me anything about me and Eva
Aubrey's mind spun with a mix of confusion and anger as Cassie innocently feigned ignorance. The whispers from the surrounding guests only intensified her disdain for Cassie's act. How could she pretend not to understand what Aubrey was implying? "You don't know?" Aubrey's voice quivered with a newfound courage, her eyebrows raised in defiance. She couldn't fathom how she had summoned such audacity. "STOP IT, AUBREY!" Evan's booming voice jolted her. He forcefully grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the party. Aubrey obediently followed, the murmurs of the crowd fading as they reached the quiet of the parking area. In a fit of anger, Evan propelled her forward, causing her to stumble. She managed to regain her balance, though his harsh demeanor unsettled her. He took a step closer, and she instinctively retreated, but he gripped her upper arm with an unyielding force, eliciting a hiss of pain. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Evan's voice echoed with fury, and Aubrey winced, shutting