All Chapters of I wish it were you: Chapter 1571 - Chapter 1580

Aron took a shower and felt a little more refreshed before heading downstairs for breakfast, as usual.Since he had gotten up later than usual, Chef Tang had already prepared his meal and covered it with a warming lid.He could ask Tang to come and reheat it or do it himself.He did know how to heat food, after all.But today, he chose neither.Instead, he rang the kitchen bell twice. The chime rang out crisply, followed by the sound of light, quick footsteps in the corridor.He could tell—it was Rachel.Aron moved his clenched hand off the table and onto his thigh, only to realize it was slightly sweaty.He was, indeed, a little nervous. Or rather… embarrassed.If something had happened between him and Rachel last night, what was he supposed to say to her?He vaguely remembered thinking about this: if he had slept with the girl, he wouldn’t marry her, but he would give her money.But now that his mind was clear, even that felt wrong.That would be insulting.But if not money, what el

Aron found himself by the window, looking downstairs.A moment later, the girl came out of his villa.The small designer handbag she’d used to carry the money was gone. Instead, she held a worn canvas tote—probably her own. It bulged slightly, contents unknown.“Rachel,” Aron called from the upper floor.She turned and looked up, smiling as she waved at him.“The bag?” he asked.“I left it on the cabinet by the entrance,” she replied loudly.Then she lifted the tote and pointed to it.So that’s where the money was now.Aron had wanted to ask her why, but then it clicked.The more elegant the bag, the more it attracted attention. A shabby canvas tote wouldn’t make anyone think it held a hundred thousand .Smart girl. Smarter than him, even.Rachel waved goodbye, then walked out through the villa gates. Aron’s gaze followed her figure as she left.Snow had piled up while they were inside. She hugged her coat tightly around her and walked cautiously down the snow-covered path.Soon, the

Bodyguards, trained and alert, flanked Aron on both sides as they moved forward. It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather.The villagers, unaccustomed to such a display, stood frozen with their mouths agape, staring without blinking.Aron had never liked crowds. On his last birthday, his father had thrown him a lavish party. He had attended reluctantly and ended up leaving early due to nausea, spending the rest of the evening vomiting in a back room. The stifling pressure of so many eyes on him—that sensation still haunted him.He thought today would feel the same. That the sea of curious onlookers would suffocate him again.His security assistant, Bruno, clearly shared that concern. As they stepped out of the car and the crowd swelled, Bruno whispered a few reassuring words to him.But Aron felt nothing.No discomfort. No anxiety. Not even a hint of the usual panic. It was as if the crowd didn’t exist.Perhaps it was because his attention had been fixed on that black wooden door in

A strange irritation welled up inside Aron. He glanced at the handkerchief he'd just used to wipe her hand, then tossed it carelessly onto the seat beside him, turning his gaze away.The girl clearly had no intention of opening up to him.Her background, her plans for the future—none of it, it seemed, was meant for him to know.And here he thought they were at least friends by now.After a while, Rachel nudged his arm gently. “Mr. Knight…”He responded with a cold “Mm,” still looking out the window.“Are you mad at me?”“No,” he replied tersely.“I only found out myself… today.”Aron had been on the verge of lashing out—if she didn’t want to talk, then fine, don’t talk.But when he turned and saw her face, he couldn’t bring himself to get angry.The girl had suffered enough. He shouldn't take his frustration out on her. And after all, she was trying to confide in him now.So, he decided to forgive her—grudgingly, but proudly.“You mean… you found out they’re not your real parents?”Sh

Just as the hotel general manager was about to call the person inside, Aron gave him a slight shake of his head.The manager instantly understood and quietly left.Aron stood in the hallway, silently watching the slender figure in a brown uniform bending over to make the bed inside the room.She was too thin, and the uniform looked oversized and hung loosely on her, clearly not her own clothes. When she bent down, a lock of hair fell over her face. She quickly tucked it behind her ear and continued smoothing out the sheet.She moved efficiently, seriously focused on making sure there were no wrinkles in the fabric. So focused, in fact, that she didn’t even notice someone watching her from the doorway.Aron simply stood there, watching her work, his heart stirring with a bittersweet joy—like something lost had been found. But along with it came a flare of frustration.He thought back to the other day when he tried to persuade Rachel to stay, and she rejected him.She said she had place