Aurora had just escorted Oswaldo to his room, unaware that a drama was unfolding outside. Once they were alone, Oswaldo took Aurora’s hand and said, “Aurora, now that it’s just us. Why don’t you tell me honestly? Are you with Julian out of true love, or to get back at Hayden?”
“Grandpa, haven’t I told you? I love him. It has nothing to do with Hayden,” Aurora replied, somewhat helplessly.
“My dear girl, I’m just worried you’re on the wrong path. Hayden may have wronged you, but I fear you might ruin your future for the sake of revenge.” Oswaldo expressed his concerns, which did not escape Aurora’s notice.
Seeing Oswaldo’s gray hair, Aurora felt warmth in her heart. In the Montgomery family, perhaps he was the only one who truly considered her future from her perspective.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I wouldn’t jeopardize my future for revenge against someone I no longer love. That would only hurt the people who love me. Grandpa, Julian and I have known each other for many years. We are serious,” Aurora reassured him.
“As long as you are serious, that’s enough for me. I’m old, and there’s much I don’t know, but what matters most to me is your happiness.”
“I know, Grandpa. You should rest now,” Aurora soothed her grandfather, noticing his stooped back.
She remembered how strong he looked when she was a child, but time had taken its toll, and his frame had shrunk without her really noticing. The elderly always worry most about their children.
She knew he cared deeply for her, which was why she hadn’t told him about her difficult times in the U. S. over the past three years.
Even if she revealed Genevieve’s wrongdoings, it wouldn’t completely bring her down but would provoke a fierce backlash instead.
Back then, she was like a fledgling eagle just learning to fly, awkward in her attempts, let alone facing sudden storms.
Her silence was her way of biding her time. Now, three years later, the fledgling had become a mighty eagle.
No matter the storm, she could handle it, ready to tear her enemies apart with her sharp claws.
As she left the room, her expression shifted unpredictably, a cold smile playing on her lips. Genevieve and her cronies were clearly enjoying their evening.
They had sought trouble first, and since they were looking for it, she was ready to oblige. Her eyes turned cold as she made up her mind.
Back in her room, she lazily sprawled on her bed and sent a message to that man.
“Don’t you dare climb over the wall tonight!” She didn’t want him causing chaos at Montgomery Manor, especially not with her grandfather around. It would be too embarrassing. Aurora was still somewhat shy.
The reply came quickly. “Okay.”
Aurora was puzzled to see the man dismissed so easily. It wasn’t like him.
“Don’t come knocking either. I want to sleep!” she added.
“Alright,” he replied simply.
She got the answer she wanted, yet now she felt somewhat disappointed.
She changed into her pajamas and curled up in bed, hoping to get some good sleep after a tiring day. By all accounts, she should have fallen asleep instantly.
Yet, the thought of Julian’s brief messages kept her awake. Even when they weren’t together, he would usually be more affectionate and not just reply with one word.
After tossing and turning in bed for an hour, Aurora found herself more awake than ever. She leaped out of bed in frustration. Damn it. She had fallen prey to that man’s trick.
Barefoot, she wandered down the dimly lit hallway towards the guest room, where a light spilled out. Why was he still up at this late hour? What was he up to?
Entering the room, her suspicions turned to astonishment. There sat Julian, lazily perched on a chair, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. His eyes held a lazy charm, and his lips curled in a half-smile she recognized from the hotel.
In front of him stood a woman clad in a black, sexy lace dress. The lace dress barely covered her buttocks. The see-through fabric revealed her almost hidden waistline and the thong sunk into her crevice.
Ivy had her back to Aurora, alluring even from behind, let alone the front.
“No wonder he hadn’t climbed over the wall tonight. He had already found such beauty,” Aurora thought as she met Julian’s eyes.
Julian was holding his phone, about to text, “If you don’t come soon, the vixen will devour me.” He hadn’t sent it before Aurora arrived.
Though she was with him now, Julian’s heart was still uneasy. His feelings for her were evident, but what about her feelings for him? She hadn’t shown jealousy when Hayden mentioned his fiancee.
Julian was unsure of his place in Aurora’s heart, and he decided to use Ivy to see if Aurora cared as much for him.
“Julian, what do you think? Do I look good?” Ivy, unaware of Aurora’s presence behind her, posed flirtatiously.
“Do you really want to know?” Julian’s lips twisted into a sly smile.
Aurora saw the lazy man, his presence exuding a lethal allure, his demeanor devilishly captivating. He sat there like a king surveying his realm.
Of course, Aurora knew Julian didn’t intend to do anything with Ivy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have deliberately left the door open and the light on. He was clearly waiting for her. Even realizing this, she admitted she was jealous, her emotions turbulent. She wanted to tear the woman before her apart.
Yet, she also wanted to hear Julian’s response to Ivy. She stood silently, her fingers digging into her palms.
“Come on, tell me. How do I look?” Ivy’s voice was so cloying it was unbearable.
“You make me sick,” Julian said as he extinguished his cigarette and walked towards Aurora.
“Why did you come barefoot? It’s already autumn. Don’t catch a cold.”
Ivy turned sharply to find Aurora standing resolutely behind her, unaware of how long she had been there. Had Aurora seen everything?
Aurora’s gaze coldly swept over her, confirming that the view was indeed more spectacular from the front. Ivy wore no bra, and the black lace revealed her chest.
Aurora said icily, “Like mother, like daughter.”