I smile again.Aiden. It's a beautiful name.
I notice the difference after hearing Luke talk to me about him. Luke won't look at me, as if he's nervous. He looks tense, and different. It's quite a sight because I haven't seen him like this, not even on our wedding day.
"I hope that you'll be good to him."
Even the way Luke said that sentence is so not him, who's always bossy. Aiden must hold a special place in Luke's heart. I can see that he's really important to Luke.
Since we've entered the topic of his family, another question pops up in my head. "What about your parents?"
I don't expect his parents to live with him, because we'll be dead if that happens. Weren't his parents forcing him to marry someone else?
"They're not here," Luke says in a flat tone. "They're in Hallstatt, Austria."
Well, that's a relief. I still have so many questions in my head, including one about the ruined arranged marriage between him and his former fiancée, but the sudden coldness in his expression as he keeps staring at the road ahead makes me think twice before asking another question.
It's none of my business, anyway. He's supposed to take care of that matter alone. He's the one who dragged me into this problem.
The journey continues until we finally reach his house. Correction. Mansion.
Luke's estate overlooks the Hudson River, Tappan See Bridge and Palisades Hills. The view is breathtaking. On the way to the castle-like mega-mansion, we pass a basketball court, and when we finally come into the driveway of the house, I can't stop staring at it.
The house is grand but doesn't give the same coldness and lifeless atmosphere that I found in his office. The house, although expansive, radiates warmth.
The servants open the car doors, and I step out of it. I sigh. Whether I like it or not, I have to live here.
Luke walks toward the entrance, spreading his arms, and a little boy runs toward him. When Luke catches him, the little boy hugs Luke tightly, and Luke lifts him, spinning him around. Their laughter rings in the air.
Am I looking at the same person? Because here, I see Lucas Klein laughing with a little boy who looks at him like he's some kind of angel.
And right now, anybody would believe that. Luke's coldexterior and ruthless personality suddenly melt away like ice into water as soon as he sees the boy.
I rub my eyes to make sure I don't have any problem with my sight.
Luke puts down the boy, whom I assume is Aiden, onto the ground. Aiden turns to me, and now I can take a good look at him. From what I'm seeing, he's probably around six or seven years old.
He's brown-haired and has a pair of big and beautiful eyes, the color of which is close to Luke's hazel but more brownish. No, it's not hazel—it's amber.
When he smiles at me, I think that he has the most adorable smile in the world. Well, it seems that good looks run in the family's genes.
Aiden approaches me, and I bend down. To my surprise, he hands me a drawing, and it takes my breath away.
No, it's not a drawing. It's a painting of a brown-haired lady wearing heels in front of a house, which imitates this exact house—whoever painted it has done a really good job.
In the picture, smaller figures stand by the house—a tall man, a little boy, a woman wearing a maid uniform and another man wearing a driver uniform.
Above the house, there's a writing that reads,Welcome Home.
My lips form into a soft smile even when I don't remember moving them. I look up from the painting and gaze at the adorable boy. He looks so happy, smiling from ear to ear.
"Welcome to our home," Aiden says.
My heart feels like exploding because of his warm welcome.
Cupping his cheek, I say, "Thank you, Aiden." He blushes when I return his smile with a big one. "Did you paint this yourself?"
He nods.
"It's beautiful," I tell him truthfully, with all my heart. "I love it so much. Thank you."
