The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Chapter 889 - 915: Don’t Let Me Die (1)

Aiden Jiang glanced at her with amusement.

Aurora Cooper glared at him irritably, "You’re still laughing? Our son’s gone missing and you can still laugh? Is this how a dad should act? Our house feels like a hotel, you come back for two nights and then leave again, dumping the kids on me, and you still have the nerve to laugh?!"

"Anyone who didn’t know would think you’re his biological mom," Aiden suddenly sighed.

Aurora froze, and her handbag flew directly over.

The young assistant who had just entered at the door was taken aback by the shocking scene.

Standing awkwardly to the side, feeling extremely uneasy.

Aiden caught the bag, showing no sign of anger, and coaxed good-naturedly, "Alright, calm down. Can’t we just go to the school now? He’s not a kid anymore, he knows what he should and shouldn’t do, probably just skipped class to relax a bit, no big deal."

Aurora was extremely angry, glared at him for a while, then raised her hand to grab her bag back.

Since the assistant was present, she had to give Aiden some face.

Unexpectedly—

Aiden couldn’t care less, seeing her puffed-up, angry face made him find it amusing. He reached out and pinched her waist.

Aurora held back from making a sound.

Aiden said to the assistant who was trying to minimize his presence, "Let’s go."

"Yes," the young assistant hurriedly retreated out.

The big boss always has an aura of authority without anger, this side of him was fully witnessed, feeling nervous.

What to do, Mason Sutton never taught him how to react when witnessing the boss and his wife bickering flirtatiously, besides pretending not to have seen anything, what else should he do?

The young assistant got into the car with a sad expression, listening to the teasing sounds from behind, daring not to glance at the rear-view mirror, his small frame straight, with one hand gripping the steering wheel, looking rather tense.

Aurora sensitively perceived this, glanced at Aiden and whispered, "Are you usually very fierce?"

If he wasn’t fierce, why would the assistant be so scared?

Aiden lifted his eyes slightly, then lowered them again, playing with her soft, fair hand with his big hand, asking back, "Do you think just anyone can hit me with a bag?"

Aurora: "..."

After a long pause, she helplessly whispered, "I’m just mad at you."

"Yeah, it’s all my fault, good job throwing the bag, does your wrist hurt?" Aiden acknowledged his mistake with a very sincere attitude.

Aurora glanced at him, amused by her anger, "Shame on you for not acting your age."

Her glaring reproachful look was the most beautiful, at least in that moment, in Aiden’s eyes, it was the most lively and youthful, even being scolded as "disrespecting age," he didn’t take it to heart at all and considered it a compliment instead.

His skin was thicker than the city walls, Aurora had absolutely no way to deal with him.

She shifted to sit a bit to the side, maintaining a distance from him.

Unexpectedly—

In daylight, Aurora was not as easy to talk to as at night, she lowered her voice to remind him, "Behave yourself."

"Can’t behave when I see you," Aiden replied directly.

Aurora was again left speechless.

After a long pause in anger, she could only lower her voice helplessly, "You’re fifty years old."

Aiden looked at her, "You think I’m old?"

That wasn’t what she meant.

Aurora was extremely embarrassed, said softly, "No, I don’t think so."

Aiden laughed softly at her ear, "Yeah, you should definitely know best whether I’m old or not."