Chapter 1227: Grandpa’s Sudden Change in Attitude... (7)
Seeing Aurelia Shaw walk out, her figure slender, her features delicate and beautiful, long curly hair cascading behind her, dressed in a snappy leather jacket and jeans, the Viscount Johnson felt moved, and his heart ached a bit.
No matter how beautiful she was, she wasn’t his.
But belonged to another man.
Another man he couldn’t win against, no matter how he fought or struggled.
Aurelia got in the car and found Viscount Johnson unusually quiet today. Her eyebrows gently knit together into a knot, "What are you staring at? Drive."
The Viscount started the car, calming the thoughts in his heart, and flashed a smile showing his small tiger teeth at Aurelia, whistling, "I was thinking why you dressed so fiery today."
"Can you be serious?" Aurelia flicked the back of his head from behind.
The Viscount covered the back of his head, his eyes dimmed slightly. In the past when they were playfully fighting, Aurelia often flicked his head like this when she got angry because he was short back then.
Now he had grown taller, perhaps also because they had grown up, Aurelia rarely did this to him anymore, and their relationship had gradually become distant as they matured.
At this moment, the Viscount surprisingly felt a bit nostalgic for their childhood, but seeing Aurelia’s happy smiling face now, his heart inexplicably felt a bit comforted, as if in another time and space, Aurelia was not as happy as she was now.
"Looking at what again?" Aurelia raised her delicate eyebrows, her almond-shaped eyes tilted upwards, "If you want to die with me, just say it directly. No need to use such a lousy method. I’m a celebrity, if I die, it might make the newspapers, dying in a car crash, how shameful and unbecoming."
"Why care about others? No matter what you become, you’re always beautiful in my heart." The Viscount smiled, showing his small tiger teeth.
The most important thing for a person is to know their place; he understood where he should stand and would not step beyond even a half-step.
"Stop joking around." Aurelia kicked him lightly, but her mind drifted back to an episode from her past life.
Viscount Johnson came to the detox center to pick her up; she was so thin she had no flesh, like skin wrapped around a bony frame. Her muddy, dim gaze looked at him, eye sockets sunk, eyeballs prominent, cheeks hollow, and dry, cracked lips weakly whispered three words: "I feel... awful..."
The car stopped in the underground parking lot, Aurelia got out and followed Viscount Johnson into the elevator. As he pressed the floor numbers, he spoke:
"When are you planning to change the ownership of your company back? Now outsiders think I’ve abandoned the big Johnson Family business to run a small entertainment company instead." The company was previously under Aurelia’s name, but ever since reporters dug out that she started the company, Aurelia slowly transferred control to the Viscount Johnson.
Her every move was watched by reporters, and the recently founded company was like a newborn chick, unable to withstand disturbances, let alone grow amid malicious attacks.
Even though she wanted to give the reporters a resounding slap with her achievements, she wouldn’t gamble with a company or the futures of so many artists. These years she gradually let go of the company, and Viscount Johnson’s high-profile management made outsiders think Viscount Johnson was the real director of the company.
Aurelia said nothing, followed closely behind Viscount Johnson into the elevator.
The Viscount shot her another glance and continued, "Now the company has matured; you can come back to manage it. These years, it seemed like I was running the company, but the real person operating it was you. Don’t you want to slap them back after how they slandered you back then?"