"Ahchoo!" Evelyn Sherman couldn't help but laugh out loud, and quickly covered her mouth, not having the heart to look at Collins Aiden, whose pretense had been punctured in an instant.
She reached out and pinched Chester Yale.
By prompting him to tease Collins Aiden, things had taken a turn. Now Young Master Aiden couldn't save face, and she guessed the two of them were going to be at loggerheads again.
"Collins Aiden, did you trick me?" Ella Jackson heard Evelyn's laughter and suddenly snapped back to reality, ready to abandon Collins Aiden and walk away.
He had just turned around when he was caught in a hug.
"Don't be mad, Ella. It hurts my heart," he whispered into her hair, his magnetic, hoarse voice laced with a hint of desolation, melting Ella's resolve on the spot.
She didn't push him away, allowing him to lead her to where Grace Yakov stood.
"Aunt, are you okay?" Ella knelt down, looking worriedly at Grace Yakov's foot wrapped in thick gauze.
