With a sudden burst of energy, she picked Aron up effortlessly and tossed him onto the bed. Before he could react, she sprang onto him, a playful glint in her eyes.
She leaned down, pressing her lips against his in a tight, fervent kiss, her laughter mingling with the surprise on his face. The tension from outside faded away, replaced by the warmth of their mont, as if the world beyond the door no longer existed.
On the other side, Es was playing with the child, a soft smile on her face. Aron and his brothers watched, slightly surprised by the scene.
Kai, with a sowhat troubled yet amused tone, asked, "Do you like children?"
Es glanced up at him, her smile lingering. "No."
Aron’s brothers exchanged confused glances. Ray, still perplexed, asked, "If you don’t like children, why do you look so happy playing with one?"
Without missing a beat, Es picked the child up again and gently rubbed his cheek. "I don’t like children in general, but I do like a child who belongs to soone I care about. Other children are too much trouble," she said with a slight chuckle, "but this one... I cherish because he belongs to soone I love." She paused, her gaze softening as she added, "After all, I am his godmother."
With that, Es smiled warmly at the child, and as if he understood her words, the baby bead back at her, the connection between them clear and pure.
"Which ans you like other children if they’re not troubleso?" Jay asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Es’s smile faded slightly as she responded, "No."
As the child playfully grabbed her hand, she shook it lightly, almost affectionately, but her tone remained thoughtful. "I don’t like children. Because you get attached to them so quickly... and that hurts. The truth is, they can never really belong to you."
Aron’s brothers exchanged surprised glances. This was the first ti they had heard Es express sothing so profound. Her words carried a deeper aning—she wasn’t rejecting the idea of children entirely. Rather, she was admitting that she feared getting too close, forming connections that would make it painful when the inevitable parting ca.
They understood clearly now. Es wasn’t just talking about children—she was hinting at sothing much deeper. She avoided getting attached to people, not because she didn’t care, but because she was protecting herself from the heartache that ca with growing fond of sothing—or soone—she couldn’t keep.
....
After half an hour, Helga and Aron finally ca down. Helga, as usual, was upright and composed, while Aron remained unusually silent. The shift in atmosphere was palpable as the silence lingered in the hall, even after Aron’s arrival.
Kai, Ray, and Jay exchanged glances before quickly scanning Aron from head to toe, searching for any signs of injury. Nothing seed out of place—except for one glaring difference. His lips. They were noticeably red and slightly swollen, and if they looked closely, they could spot a few faint red marks peeking out from beneath his collar.
The brothers raised their eyebrows, all silently drawing the sa conclusion, though no one dared to voice it.
Helga took a deep breath, her composure returning, and addressed the room. "Es, young masters, I’m truly sorry for all the trouble my husband has caused you."
Aron, pouting like a child, quickly interjected, "When did I trouble anyone?"
Helga turned and gave him a look—calm, indifferent, yet sohow commanding. The mont their eyes t, Aron fell silent, not daring to say another word.
Aron brothers, stunned, stared at him in disbelief. Was this really happening? Could soone actually make Aron stop talking?
Ray, ever the polite one, waved his hands hurriedly. "No, no, it’s fine! He didn’t cause any trouble at all."
But before anyone could relax, Es chid in with a smirk. "Oh, he absolutely did. He irritated to no end. I’m too tired to even call him out anymore."
Aron’s brothers turned to Es with shy, embarrassed expressions, wondering how she could be so blunt. Couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? Didn’t she know when to speak and when to just let things go?
...
At night, Es sat in her study, imrsed in her work, the soft glow of her laptop lighting up the room. A knock on the door interrupted her focus. Pausing her work, Es turned her head toward the door. "Co in," she called out.
Helga entered, still dressed in her formal clothes from the day, looking as composed as ever. Noticing this, Es casually shut her laptop and turned to face her fully. "Co in," she repeated, more softly this ti.
Helga closed the door behind her and stepped further into the room. "I need to talk to you about sothing... President."
Es smiled knowingly, leaning back in her chair. "When have I ever stopped you?" she teased, picking up a file from her desk and casually flipping through its pages, as if their conversation was just another part of her nightly routine.
Helga hesitated for a mont, standing quietly, her expression slightly more serious than usual.
Seeing Helga’s unusually serious expression, Es closed her file and clasped her hands together, her gaze now focused entirely on her. "What’s the matter, Helga? You know you can speak freely. If sothing’s bothering you, just say it."
Helga bit her lip, glancing briefly away before locking eyes with Es again. "Es," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "Today, what I’m going to ask you is both as your secretary and as your friend."
Es tilted her head, listening intently as Helga continued, "Do you really believe in these guys?"
Hearing her na spoken so seriously, Es’s deanor shifted. Whenever Helga used that tone, it was never casual. "But what do you an by trust?" Es asked, her voice confused yet knowing, sensing what Helga was truly hinting at.
Helga clenched her fists, as if steadying herself. "I’m talking about the young masters of Aron group. Do you really trust them?"
Es leaned back slightly, the weight of the question hanging between them. She had expected this conversation to co up sooner or later.
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