Chapter 35: The Melody of Love

Chapter 35: The Melody of Love

On the bustling and pristine street, a luxurious and eye-catching red convertible sports car drew the attention of passersby. The vibrant autumn sunlight bathed the sleek, stylish design of the car, reflecting a dazzling light that left onlookers slightly dazed.

Almost every pedestrian who walked by couldn't help but stop in front of the new sports car, which was worth over a million dollars, and stare at it in awe. But what surprised them even more was that this car, which had been showcased at a recent luxury car launch event, had been parked in front of what appeared to be an ordinary bakery for several consecutive days.

What connection could the owner of this luxury car have with the bakery? Curious passersby turned their attention to the bakery, intrigued. Because of this expensive and conspicuous car, the bakery soon became the focus of much speculation and attention.

Inside the bakery, Lydia Moore let out her 101st sigh in the past three days as she looked out the window at the striking red sports car. His previous silver car had already attracted a lot of attention, but this new red convertible was turning even more heads. And, of course, he always "coincidentally" parked it right in front of the bakery, turning the place into a subject of public interest and even leading some customers to ask her about the car's owner and his relationship with the bakery.

The situation left Lydia feeling somewhat troubled. Arrogant and flamboyant as Aaron King was, he never did anything without making a big show of it, seemingly oblivious to the attention he attracted.

There were a few times she considered bringing it up with him, but she never found the courage to do so. She knew that, given Aaron's personality, he wouldn't pay any attention to her complaints and might even take the opportunity to make her life more difficult. But if things continued like this… Lydia paused in her task of wiping down the tables and cast another glance at the blazing red sports car, her brow furrowed slightly.

Meanwhile, the owner of the red convertible was in a state of extreme frustration.

How does this stupid thing work? Aaron King, standing behind the counter with an annoyed expression, flipped the juicer over and over in his hands, trying to figure out how to use it. After failing for the nth time, his patience finally ran out, and he slammed the poor juicer back onto the counter, glaring at it furiously.

D*mn it! If he hadn't just woken up and been desperately thirsty, there was no way someone as pampered as he was would be trying to make his own drink. But this juicer seemed determined to defy him, despite the fact that it had seemed so easy when that idiot used it.

"Are you… trying to make juice?" Lydia asked cautiously after witnessing his struggle with the juicer, fearing she might become the target of his fiery temper. From what she had just seen, it was clear that not only did he have a short fuse, but his destructive power was also considerable. She looked at the poor juicer with sympathy, silently mourning its fate.

When Aaron remained silent, standing to the side and glaring at her, Lydia quickly moved forward, righted the juicer, and retrieved a plate of fresh orange segments from the refrigerator. She skillfully pressed a series of buttons, and the oranges quickly began spinning inside the glass container, the bright yellow juice joyfully splashing against the transparent walls, creating a symphony of lively notes.

Lydia gave Aaron a cheerful smile, but he remained aloof, adopting an air of indifference as if to say, "I don't even want it." Seeing this, Lydia wisely turned away, quietly pouring the freshly squeezed orange juice into a blue and white patterned glass, adding a decorative straw before offering it to him with a bright smile.

Aaron gave the freshly made, delicious-looking orange juice in her hand a cold glance before casting a defiant look at Lydia. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly took the glass and brought it to his lips.

The sweet and fragrant juice slowly slid down his throat, spreading a refreshing sensation throughout his body, which caused the anger in his chest to dissipate significantly. However, despite the friendly gaze Lydia gave him, he maintained his cool, aloof expression, though the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Watching him drink the juice with that awkward expression and slightly upturned corners of his mouth, Lydia couldn't help but think to herself how adorable he looked. As she cleaned the juicer, she quietly marveled at how his mood seemed to have improved. Perhaps now was a good time to bring up that matter; the result might be a bit better.

With this in mind, Lydia composed herself and casually smiled as she asked, "Someone with your personality probably doesn't enjoy routine things, right? Don't you find it boring to drive the same car every day?" She hinted at her point subtly, all the while nervously watching his reaction. "You could try switching to a different mode of transportation, like… a taxi or the bus. It's livelier and less monotonous."

What a clumsy tactic, and so obvious too. Aaron King smirked inwardly, easily seeing through her intentions, but he didn't want to expose her just yet. He leisurely took another sip of juice and then slowly responded, "I hate waiting, and I never carry change. Besides, the thought of sitting in something dirty and cramped… Do you really think that's possible?" He countered without leaving her any room to argue.

In his privileged eyes, were taxis and buses really that terrible? He was clearly doing this on purpose! Lydia fumed internally, but for the sake of the bakery, she suppressed her anger and continued to ask politely, "Then how about walking? The autumn air is really nice, perfect for a stroll or a morning jog. You could even enjoy the scenery along the way. It's a great option." Her eyes were bright and sincere, shining with hopeful anticipation.

Aaron lazily continued to sip his juice, uninterested in her suggestion, and responded dismissively, "I don't have that much time." His family estate was in the suburbs, and it would take at least two hours to walk here. Was she dumb or just foolish to think he'd walk?