Ayden, annoyed with Cathy because she has dared to touch him, confronts him. "I don't know what made you think you could touch me, Miss Sullivan, but don't let it happen again," he warns with a certain imposing air that provokes fear in her. "I'm I'm sorry… I thought we were having a good time," she clarifies, feigning shyness. "Having a good talk doesn't mean I'm pretending to, so put those ideas out of your head," she says firmly. "And please don't give unmistakable signals to Arya, I remind her that you are at her service as much as I am. She carries my child in her womb, and therefore we are at her beck and call, do not disturb her," he says this punctuating each word sternly. "All right, Ayden," she replies resignedly. "Mr. Emory, for you," he says, taking distance. "For today you may retire, good night." Sebas, who was patiently waiting for the moment, hands the suitcase to the girl, showing his impatience for her to leave. She d

Arya had hidden herself in a hotel not far from where she was, she just wanted a moment of peace, and she was going to take advantage of it since it was the weekend.She had packed her work suitcase with a few clothes and her important documents. Although he left a note for Ayden, he suspected that she would not take it well. However, she was so overwhelmed by his games of “You're mine", "Don't trust Mark", "You can't go out", etc.... that she only needed to tell him she couldn't breathe.She was grateful that he was driving her to and from work, but it got to a point where it was suffocating for her. Although if she didn't see him, she missed him. She felt confused, and so she had to keep her distance."I'm becoming dependent on him and when I have to leave, who will help me take care of my broken heart?" thought Arya as she lay back on the mattress."Easy beautiful baby, you will have a father who will love you and protect you very much "she says

Days had passed, Arya was nearing her seventh month of pregnancy and her protruding belly continued to grow. Ayden had promised that she would not hear from Cathy again, and so it was.It had been three days since then, and the promise that he would give her peace was kept. Arya had not seen him since that day. She knew that night came, but nothing else, when she woke up, he was gone and John was responsible for driving her to work and bringing her back."Have you heard from Ayden?" she asks with a hint of concern to John."She's at work, miss," he replies without delving any deeper, but seeing the young woman's sorrowful face, he decides to add. "If you need him, just give him a call."Arya smiled sheepishly. "Need him?" she thought about it. Not really that she needed him, she just wanted to hear from him."Don't worry, John, I just wanted to know if he was okay," she replies as the driver drives. "That's all.""That's all right, Miss. How are you? How have you been feeling?" he ask

"Glad to see you awake," Arya greets as she sees him coming down the stairs all sleepy."No shit, Arya," he replies curtly. "I'm not desiring your claims."The young woman who had been worried about him suddenly changes her good mood, so she decides to ignore him as she finishes her breakfast."Gerard is expecting us at seven o'clock at his house," she informs, setting her dirty plate in the dishwasher. "John will pick us up at six thirty.""How come he warned you and not me?" he asks with annoyance and confusion. As he pours himself a cereal."You shouldn't be drinking whole milk, you're intolerant," she clarifies taking the canister from him in front of him that she poured herself from earlier and, instead, poured his almond milk that he usually consumes. Ayden, who couldn't argue with the headache, just looked at him. "He said he'd been dialing you, and you sent to the mailbox. You'd better give him a good pretext, including a business trip I made up for him. See you tonight.""Bye

Ayden had left again. After that rapprochement, anyone would think that things between them were going to get better, but they were not.He was struggling with his inner demons that were tormenting him."Touching her was a mistake I don't plan to go through again," he tells his lawyer Daniel. "I need you, from now on, to take matters into your hands, as far as dating and all that. I would rather not have to go near her again.""Don't you think you're overreacting?" the lawyer asks."You're not only my lawyer, I consider you a friend, but for you to ask me that makes it pretty clear that you don't care much about how I feel," she scathingly chides him.Daniel takes another sip of whiskey from his glass, sometimes he doesn't know how to deal with his "friend "client"."You know that's not what I mean, I guess you must feel awful. You tell me I'm your friend, but even I don't know why you can't get close to women," he says, remembering something from a ser