Chapter Sixty-Three: The Heart's Song

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Heart's Song

These lighthearted and amusing episodes brought Lydia Moore much-needed joy amidst her hard work. The days seemed to glide by effortlessly, filled with the pain and pleasure of her efforts, along with the constant banter and playful arguments with Aaron King.

At four in the afternoon, the filming of the new STMMP4 commercial had just concluded, and the crew was busy packing up the equipment. In the dressing room, Agnes was applying a light blush to Lydia Moore's cheeks with a soft brush. She stepped back to admire her work, smiling with satisfaction. Just as she had predicted, Lydia was indeed a diamond in the rough, like lavender with a natural fragrance that, once refined, could exude an even more dazzling and fragrant aura. While Lydia still retained her fresh and bright aura, much like sunlight filtering through green leaves, she had become more beautiful and confident, radiating a unique allure.

In the mirror, Lydia Moore's face, though still delicate and calm, now held a captivating charm. Her features, though not particularly striking, were harmonious and well-proportioned. The subtle makeup accentuated her hidden beauty perfectly, her fair skin glowing with a natural blush. Her clear eyes sparkled with a lively gleam, and her slightly parted lips revealed two small, charming canine teeth. The combination of a white shirt and a light green knit sweater gave her a fresh and vibrant look, full of youthful energy.

Watching Agnes pack up her makeup kit, Lydia Moore felt a wave of gratitude and couldn't help but say, "Thank you." Without Agnes's help, she wouldn't have undergone such a transformation in just two weeks. Over time, Lydia had grown deeply fond of her. Agnes said nothing, only offering a quiet smile in return, their friendship growing silently in that moment.

Just then, Aaron King pushed open the door and walked in. He gave Agnes a brief nod of acknowledgment before calling out to Lydia Moore in his usual commanding tone, "Hey, let's go, you big idiot! Since you've been doing well lately, I'll take you out for dinner." His tone was one of a master speaking to a pitiful little servant, full of pride and teasing.

When Lydia turned her head to look at him in confusion, Aaron King felt a sudden tightness in his throat, and the words he had planned to say stuck in his mouth.

She had become more impressive with each passing day, and he found himself staring at her more often. Every day, he couldn't help but want to see her, to tease her, and when she wasn't around, he would catch himself thinking about her and then smiling like an idiot. Everything had started going wrong after she disappeared for a week. Even he didn't understand why he cared so much about her. This unfamiliar feeling was so strong it scared him, afraid that it wasn't just possessiveness, but something more...

D*mn it! This had to be just possessiveness. There was no way he could like anyone, absolutely not! Aaron King shook his head, trying to calm himself. He strode over to Lydia Moore and, without giving her a chance to prepare, grabbed her and began dragging her out, completely ignoring her protests and Agnes's curious gaze.

As they left, Agnes couldn't help but smile to herself. It seemed that this playboy, who changed girlfriends more often than clothes and never kept a relationship for more than a month, was finally serious this time. But... it looked like the other party was unaware of his feelings, and that would probably trouble him quite a bit. Thinking about the interesting events that were likely to unfold between them, Agnes found herself looking forward to it.

The warm afternoon sunlight and soft clouds covered Peter Square in the city center. Giant sycamore trees lined the square, and children were playfully wrapping their arms around the thick trunks or running around, their laughter startling the cuckoos searching for food. Casually dressed people strolled, chatted, or rested quietly on benches scattered around the square. It was as if all the world's peace and beauty had gathered in this one place.

Under the umbrella-like branches of the yellow-leafed sycamore trees, a girl with a fresh ponytail sat on a wooden bench, taking big bites of a hamburger with a happy smile on her face. At the other end of the bench sat a tall, slender boy, who seemed to want to avoid any association with the girl. He sat as far away from her as possible, even placing a plastic bag between them. Completely absorbed in her delicious burger, the girl was oblivious to his actions, continuing to eat with great enjoyment.

She looked terrible while eating. Didn't she care about how she appeared to others? Aaron King frowned in disgust as he watched Lydia Moore's puffed cheeks and the crumbs at the corners of her mouth, feeling a chill run down his spine. He had originally made a reservation at the city's most upscale restaurant, but she had complained that it was too extravagant and insisted on bringing him here, saying that the scenery was beautiful and the fresh air would improve her appetite. Now, the prestigious heir of Kingston Group was sitting here, eating junk food like a beggar—utterly damaging to his image.

What embarrassed him even more was her almost wolfish way of devouring her food and the contented smile on her face. It was just a cheap hamburger; was it really worth getting so emotional over?

Taking a big gulp of soda, Lydia Moore let out a satisfied sigh and glanced at the handsome, dark-faced Aaron King beside her. "Why aren't you eating? It's really good," she asked, genuinely puzzled. Sitting in such a serene and comfortable square, eating a tasty hamburger with soda, while enjoying the cool autumn breeze and the simple beauty of the clouds drifting across the sky, was a truly pleasant experience. It felt like she was wrapped in happiness, forgetting all her worries.

But not everyone shared Lydia Moore's good mood. Aaron King, unappreciative of her concern, replied curtly, "I'm not hungry!" and then turned his face away coolly, refusing to look at her. He wasn't going to eat that junk food—who knew if it might make him as dumb as she was, he thought sulkily.

"Oh..." Lydia Moore murmured, thinking she might take the food home as a late-night snack later. It would be a waste to throw it away. She sipped her soda, only to find the cup was empty. Feeling a bit down, she tilted her head back to gaze at the sky. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and a bright smile spread across her face as she turned to Aaron King, her eyes sparkling. "Do you know what I would wish for if I had a kite right now?" she asked, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I'd wish for you to buy me another soda." She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Aaron King rolled his eyes in exasperation and shot back, "Are you a giant?" before getting up to leave. Lydia Moore's smile froze on her lips as she lowered her head in disappointment. She just wanted another soda—was he really that stingy? And calling her a giant was so mean! She pouted, kicking the ground with her foot in frustration.

After taking a few steps, Aaron King suddenly stopped, hesitating as he stood there, his lips slightly parted as if debating something. Lydia Moore looked up in surprise, staring at his tall, handsome figure standing amidst the yellow leaves in the autumn breeze, her gaze filled with confusion.