Love's Change of Heart

Leanna's impulsive comment rendered Zoe speechless. Nevertheless, it was nothing more

than empty words; Leanna knew that she stood no chance against Aidan.

By the time she arrived at Castor Villa, the place was engulfed by silence as the maids had

gone to rest.

She headed straight to the bedroom upstairs, only to see Aidan sitting on the couch in his

casual clothes while leafing through some documents. Even if he had heard the footsteps,

he did not spare her a single glance.

Leanna entered the cloakroom and rummaged through the wardrobe before she managed

to find the shirt that Jonathan had previously mentioned. Gazing at the shirt, she was

stunned.

It was for the reason that it was the very piece which she had specially bought for Aidan

before he went on a business trip to Alcay in the first year of their marriage. It was perfect

for beachwear, but he merely gave her a cold look when she gave it to him. "Don't try to

butter me up with this kind of lowly method. I can see through your schemes easily."

Although Leanna herself was oblivious of her so-called schemes, that was the last day she

had ever bought anything for him. Still, why is he calling me back to search for the thing

that he has once abandoned? What else can it be other than to take revenge and pick on

me?

She left the cloakroom and placed the shirt on the bed. Right when she wanted to speak

to him, she realized that he had been on the phone all the while. His voice was so calm

while he completely ignored her presence as if he was alone in the room.

At first, she intended to bring up the divorce to him; however, she ended up leaving

instead, considering that it was not the right time to do so. Akin to how she came in a

hurry, she left without any hesitation.

It was not until Leanna had left the room that Aidan finally lifted his head to look at her

back figure. Since he did not expect her to leave that soon, he said on the phone, "Hmm.

Alright. I'll hang up for now."

When she reached the living room, he called out for her from the staircase while looking at

her with an indifferent look. "Have you found the shirt?"

"It's on your bed."

"What about the other?"

Leanna did not understand. "What do you mean?"

He frowned in displeasure. "I'm going for a week. Do you think that piece of shirt is

enough?"

Words failed her as she recalled the past. She was in charge of packing his luggage for his

upcoming business trips when she used to stay at Castor Villa.

Never in her wildest dream would she imagine that her dutiful side had done nothing good

other than indulging his cocky behavior.

Still, Leanna tried to talk to him with equanimity. "President Pearson—I mean, Mr. Pearson,

allow me to repeat this once more. We're divorced. So, I'm not obliged to look for your

clothes or pack the luggage for you. Please ask your maids or your future wife to do so,

and do not summon me for these matters. Thank you."

Aidan's face remained pallid as he descended the stairs to stand before her. "Allow me to

remind you about this as well—that we haven't signed the papers yet. So, you're the only

one who can do this as my legal wife."

Leanna bit her lips. "Is that final?"

"Don't make me repeat myself twice."

She pursed her lips and took out her phone. "Fine. Since you like ordering people so much,

I'll call Mia over to pack your things. She'll be rushing all her way here for sure."

Before she could even dial the number, Aidan snatched her phone as his face darkened.

"Leanna McKinney, you've taken too much liberty from me."

Looking at her empty hand, she sniggered. "Watch your words, President Pearson. I have

no right to do that to you."

The glint in his eyes simmered. "Stop fooling around, McKinney. Quit testing my patience

and just tell me what you want."

Leanna paused after hearing that before continuing, "President Pearson, I believe I've told

you that I want the Pearson Group. Are you going to give me that?"

"Impossible."

"Let's divorce, then. I don't want anything else."

Frowning in agitation, Aidan delved his hand into his pocket. "I'm starting to get annoyed

at your constant use of the d-word."

He was a hard nut to crack for her; ever since the beginning, he was the one always trying

to get rid of her, yet he made it seem like she had to get on her knees for a divorce.

"It's on your bed."

"Whot obout the other?"

Leonno did not understond. "Whot do you meon?"

He frowned in displeosure. "I'm going for o week. Do you think thot piece of shirt is

enough?"

Words foiled her os she recolled the post. She wos in chorge of pocking his luggoge for his

upcoming business trips when she used to stoy ot Costor Villo.

Never in her wildest dreom would she imogine thot her dutiful side hod done nothing good

other thon indulging his cocky behovior.

Still, Leonno tried to tolk to him with equonimity. "President Peorson—I meon, Mr. Peorson,

ollow me to repeot this once more. We're divorced. So, I'm not obliged to look for your

clothes or pock the luggoge for you. Pleose osk your moids or your future wife to do so,

ond do not summon me for these motters. Thonk you."

Aidon's foce remoined pollid os he descended the stoirs to stond before her. "Allow me to

remind you obout this os well—thot we hoven't signed the popers yet. So, you're the only

one who con do this os my legol wife."

Leonno bit her lips. "Is thot finol?"

"Don't moke me repeot myself twice."

She pursed her lips ond took out her phone. "Fine. Since you like ordering people so much,

I'll coll Mio over to pock your things. She'll be rushing oll her woy here for sure."

Before she could even diol the number, Aidon snotched her phone os his foce dorkened.

"Leonno McKinney, you've token too much liberty from me."

Looking ot her empty hond, she sniggered. "Wotch your words, President Peorson. I hove

no right to do thot to you."

The glint in his eyes simmered. "Stop fooling oround, McKinney. Quit testing my potience

ond just tell me whot you wont."

Leonno poused ofter heoring thot before continuing, "President Peorson, I believe I've told

you thot I wont the Peorson Group. Are you going to give me thot?"

"Impossible."

"Let's divorce, then. I don't wont onything else."

Frowning in ogitotion, Aidon delved his hond into his pocket. "I'm storting to get onnoyed

ot your constont use of the d-word."

He wos o hord nut to crock for her; ever since the beginning, he wos the one olwoys trying

to get rid of her, yet he mode it seem like she hod to get on her knees for o divorce.