Aspen Anderson, the heir of Anderson Enterprises Holdings Inc., had everything he wanted in just a snap of his fingers, including women. However, he just wanted her, Carolina, despite the fact she was a married woman and fourteen years older than hi...
When I opened my eyes the following morning, I saw Aspen sleeping on the couch. I watched him. He looked so handsome. His long eyelashes, his alluring lips, his prominent jawline.
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I shook my head.
Get a grip, Serena.
"Oh, you are awake." My mother said in a low voice as she walked in, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah." I said in a low voice, trying not to wake up Aspen.
"How are you?" She asked softly, stroking my hair affectionately.
"Fine." I said, giving her a reassuring smile.
I looked at Aspen who was still sleeping peacefully.
"He didn't leave your side for a second while you were sleeping. He didn't eat or sleep all night." My mother informed. "He must have fallen asleep when I went to drink a cup of coffee. Even your father's threats didn't make him leave." She chuckled.
I sighed sadly, averting my eyes and placed my hand on my stomach, rubbing it gently.
"What happened between you? We know about your relationship. But why did you argue?" She asked. "Your father told me about some woman who pushed you. And told that Aspen and she are together. But..."
"Carolina....I saw them kissing." I cut her off. My heart tightened as I told her. "He followed me and told me she kissed him, not him, he broke up with her blah blah. Then that...woman came and told me that...." I paused as my eyes welled up. "She said to me that Aspen used me to keep their relationship a secret." I said as tears ran down my cheeks.
"Oh my goodness." She gasped. "Don't cry, dear." She stroked my hair gently, giving me a compassionate look.
"I love him, Mom. My heart is aching." I admitted, crying.
"My little girl." She said softly and hugged me. I hugged her back, crying.
I wiped my tears off my cheeks as I pulled back. I leaned back against the pillow, my hand rested on my stomach.
"Are you okay?" My mother asked, concerned as she placed her hand on top of my hand.
"Yeah." I muttered.
"Good morning." Aspen greeted us as he rubbed his eyes.
"Morning." My mother said dryly. She was angry at him.
