Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 790

The door wasn't fully closed, giving Lena and me a clear view of Edison and Aaron sitting across from each other.

Edison, in his regal presence, and Aaron, all sharp angles and effortless charisma, looked more like grandfather and grandson than father and son.

Lena had mentioned before that Aaron was adopted, but I'd always wondered why Edison hadn't just raised him as a grandson.

"Aaron, you're at an age where this is getting ridiculous. Forget marriage-you won't even look for a girlfriend?" Edison leaned forward. "Do you even know what people are saying about you?" Aaron sat quietly, the overhead light casting dramatic shadows across his features. He didn't seem remotely rattled by Edison's frustration.

"They're saying you're into men!" Edison pressed. "It's an insult to the Ace family name! People are calling it unnatural, and I won't tolerate this kind of talk dragging our reputation down."

Welp, Edison was definitely old-school.

Aaron finally spoke, calm as ever. "People can say whatever they want. It's their mouths, their problem. I don't owe anyone an explanation."

"You might not care, but I do!" Edison snapped. "I'm telling you right now-either bring someone home, or I'll find someone for you. You don't even have to marry her. Just keep a girl around so people stop questioning... your 'performance. Lena and I instantly pinched each other, struggling not to burst out laughing. Edison was

savage.

but Aaron? Stone -cold. His voice stayed steady. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone. As long as my future wife knows, that's all that matters."

Lena and I froze. Too late-he'd already

already sent Lena and Keira to scope things out," Edison said. "They'll pick someone from the ladies here tonight.

wasn't a suggestion-it was an

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calm demeanor cracked for the first time, a faint furrow forming

them, then who? You? Would you

marriage, nor will I accept anyone you choose for me." "Then bring someone home yourself!" Edison barked, slamming his hand on the table

exchanged a

retreat, Edison's voice

way out, we reluctantly

"Grandpa Edison!"

"Grandpa!"