Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 117

Meanwhile, in the president's office, Aidan was seated on his chair. He tapped his slender fingers on his phone screen and raised his brows slightly. I guess that woman has a conscience, after all. At least she bothered to ask if I'd had dinner. He gazed at the time and rechecked his phone. He stared at the set of numbers on his screen, and massaged his temples with two fingers for a while before he decided to dial the number. At that very moment, someone knocked on the door.

He quickly threw his phone aside before picking up his documents and a pen. "Come in," he uttered as his expression turned stern. The door was pushed open, and Mia's voice filled the room a few moments later. "President Pearson…" she muttered. He glanced in her direction before lowering his pen and glaring at her with a hostile look on his face. "What are you doing here?" he asked flatly.

Mia explained the reason she was there before she continued. "Everything that happened in the past was my fault, President Pearson. I promise I won't make the same mistake. If you could just give me one chance, I swear… I'll make good use of it."

"Why should I give you another chance?" he asked.

"I…" She bit her lip.

"I told you—I don't like manipulative and sly people. Do you really think I don't know how you previously went to Leanna and convinced her to get a divorce with me?" he uttered in a harsh and forbidding voice. Mia thought that they had resolved this matter in the past—she hadn't expected him to bring it up again. His words came to her as a shock, and she stuttered for a long time before forming a proper sentence. "I was doing it for your own good, President Pearson… I heard that you hated her, so I—"

"Forget it." Aidan interrupted her. "Whether or not I hate her is none of your business."

Mia wasn't willing to drop the topic just yet. "But President Pearson, it's true that Leanna faked her pregnancy to get married to you. I know you don't like when others threaten you and make decisions for you. So, I just wanted to help you resolve this issue. If Leanna weren't guilty and hadn't used such unethical means of getting married to you, she wouldn't have agreed to the divorce right after I uttered a few sentences," Mia pointed out.

expression

"President P—"

bottom lip as she

in our marriage, but that's just an act. That's why she can

…

sit. She gave Jonathan a call with the intention of getting him to come down and collect the food, but Jonathan didn't pick up her phone call. The weather was starting to turn cold in recent days, so the jacket that Leanna was wearing was no match for the harsh, cold winds in the

gaze followed Mia's figure, only looking away after Mia got into the car. After a long while, Leanna let out a self-deprecating laugh. That explains why the b*stard is so busy every night.

nose, which had turned numb from the cold. She walked to the nearest trash can and left the food container beside it, but she had

her bed. How can you be so dumb, Leanna? You know how

tossed and turned in bed without being able to fall asleep. She rolled around until 3.00AM, and she finally stood up to move around as she felt like she was still rather full. She had just opened her bedroom door to head downstairs when she felt someone grabbing her wrist. Moments later, a pair of lips pressed against hers. The lips tasted like alcohol, and its touch

she knitted her brows in pain—he had bitten her bottom lip a little too hard. Blood seeped out from the wound

took a few steps back before pinching her chin. His words were like hail thrown in her face as he parted his thin lips to speak. "I don't recall you being so resistant when you were in bed

had such an odd… fetish of waiting for

the whole night waiting for you, huh!" he retorted. Leanna felt like he was complaining after he made a mistake. She had prepared supper for him and braved the cold wind to send it to him while