CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63: THAT WOMAN WAS FINALLY CAPTURED

And just like that, Aiden Fordham was coaxed into a good mood!

Keegan Lindsey stifled a laugh and quickly replied, "Yes, President Fordham!"

Little guy, thought you couldn’t be dealt with? (Professional emotional analyst at your service!)

Suddenly, Keegan’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered the call.

"Hello, Butler Fletcher... um... Madam!"

Hearing Stella Grant’s voice, he straightened up immediately.

"Alright, alright, understood. Rest assured, I’ll get it done!"

He hung up and promptly reported, "Madam wants me to call Miss Sterling and ask her to prepare a few things for me to bring back to the estate."

"What things?"

"The third book on the bookshelf, Dora’s Magic Box, a SIM card, and Cloud Bread!"

Keegan relayed the exact message.

Aiden Fordham’s eyes flickered; all these are little things for girls. He’d never heard of Cloud Bread – does she like it?

"Go handle it. Once you’ve got the things, return to the estate. Get more of that bread, let the chef learn it and make it for her every day."

"Yes!" Keegan suddenly suggested, "President Fordham, why don’t we bring D back too, to keep the Madam entertained?"

"Alright!" Aiden nodded. Keeping her a little occupied with some things was a good idea to prevent boredom.

The unpleasantness from yesterday had long dispersed!

In the afternoon, Corinne Kensington successfully acquired the female lead contract for "Pear Blossom Tomb," but she couldn’t feel happy.

Perhaps it was because her father had been too flaunting, claiming everywhere to be the future father-in-law of Aiden Fordham, which angered Aiden into pulling the plug on the project for the Kensington Family.

Those businessmen, being opportunistic, immediately took a stand and started keeping their distance from Brendan Kensington.

Brendan Kensington berated his daughter, calling her useless; said if she knew how to play her cards right, she’d already be the president’s wife.

Corinne had been calling Aiden all day, but he wouldn’t pick up.

So, she went directly to the front of the Fordham Group, only to be told President Fordham had left.

Furious, she cursed, then called Young Master Grant and Young Master Hawthorne, but neither knew Aiden’s whereabouts.

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

Could Aiden be avoiding her? No, that woman Stella Grant seemed to have had a car accident, and now she’s missing.

Perhaps he went to find her?

The more she thought, the more flustered she became.

She drove towards the underground parking of the Seven Stars Hotel, where she had a meeting that night.

As she got out, suddenly, someone unknown covered her mouth from behind, and she fainted!

And then, she was carried away.

...

Around five, the car had returned to the estate.

Aiden Fordham had just walked into the hall when the butler came up to him.

He reported on the Madam’s condition, saying she’d eaten very little for lunch, but finished her medicinal meal; Dr. Lockwood disinfected her wound, and everything else was fine.

"Alright."

Aiden nodded and headed upstairs, knocking on the door without a response.

He pushed the door open, the curtains swayed, but the room was empty, so he walked to the study.

Stella Grant was asleep in her chair, her head tilted to the right, deeply asleep with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, looking very sweet.

She was clutching a photo frame tightly in her arms, which held a picture of him at twelve, still youthful.

Aiden’s expression darkened, she obviously cared about this photo.

He was more convinced now that they had known each other in childhood, or at least she had always remembered that time with him in her heart.

He walked to the lounge chair, gently bent down, and carefully carried her in his arms.

His movements were light, for fear of waking her.

She moved a little in his arms, like talking in her sleep, muttering a word indistinctly.

"Little brother..."

Aiden’s heart was suddenly struck.

On his usually expressionless face, a rare trace of gentleness appeared.

He held her with soft steps, walked back to the bedroom, and gently laid her on the soft big bed.

A few strands of hair fell on her smooth forehead, and he raised his hand, gently tucking the hair aside with his fingertips.

Under the light, he noticed for the first time how beautiful she looked asleep, her skin fair, her eyelashes long.

When Stella Grant awoke again, the sky was already completely dark.

From the balcony outside came faint sounds of talk and music in jubilation.

Huh?

Why was she in bed? She remembered falling asleep on a lounge chair in the study in the afternoon.

Slowly, she propped herself up and sat, testing her right foot.

Her ankle still felt a slight twinge of pain but already could bear a bit of weight, and the swelling had subsided a lot.

She slowly moved to the balcony, leaning on the railing to look outside.

On the estate’s lawn, a roaring bonfire was burning, surrounded by people dressed light, wearing straw hats, singing and dancing, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Her heart seemed to be lit by the flickering flames, instantly jumping with joy.

She never imagined that this place, usually quiet and orderly, could have such a vibrant side.

She couldn’t help but think, if the past three years had been spent here, life would have been colorful!

"Knock knock." A knocking sound came.

Aiden Fordham pushed the door open and entered.

Stella turned to look at him, a bit awkward, after all, just yesterday they had been at odds.

"Awake?" he spoke, sounding calm, "Hungry? I’ll take you down to eat something."

From his tone, it seemed like he was no longer upset?

Stella pointed outside, "What’s going on over there?"

Aiden came over, following her gaze, and explained to her.

It was the estate’s harvest festival. Yesterday was picking day, and the harvest was good, so as per tradition, there would be a bonfire party to celebrate, with everyone gathering, having some barbecue, singing some songs.

He looked at her, his eyes inquiring, "Want to go have a look?"

Her eyes sparkled, and she nodded eagerly.

Aiden naturally bent down, intending to pick her up.

"No, no," she quickly waved her hands, "I can walk by myself."

As she said this, she tentatively took a few steps forward, it wasn’t too painful, though still a bit of a limp, but certainly better than yesterday.

Aiden watched her get some clean clothes and slowly walk toward the bathroom, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

She didn’t want him to carry her that much?

After a little delay, Stella changed clothes and supported herself against the wall, slowly making her way out of the bedroom.

Just at the door, Aiden couldn’t stand it anymore.

He strode forward, and without a word, scooped her up into a bridal carry.

"Hey, you..." Stella instinctively struggled slightly.

"I’m hungry." Aiden stated succinctly, striding forward with her in his arms, "If we wait for you to walk, the party will be over."

The reasoning was compelling, and she couldn’t argue.

She had to extend her arms, wrap them around his neck for stability, her nose enveloped in his familiar, clean, pleasant scent, making her lose her focus for a moment.

Finally, they reached the bonfire party.

From afar, as people noticed them approaching, those originally sitting or standing staff members stood up respectfully to greet them.

"Young Master! Madam!"

"Good evening!"

Everyone’s face was filled with surprise and joy.

You have to know, that before, the young master never attended such staff celebration activities.

Unexpectedly, since Madam had come, the young master, previously as cold as an iceberg, had gained a lot more human warmth.

The estate manager, responsible for the party, quickly approached them with a face full of smiles.

He had specially arranged a small table with a beautiful tablecloth, not far from the bonfire but in a relatively quiet place.

"Young Master, Madam, please this way."

On the long buffet table, there were various fresh fruits, sizzling grilled meat skewers, seafood sashimi, exquisite tempting little pastries, and a variety of drinks, all dazzling, just looking was enough to arouse one’s appetite.

Aiden set Stella down on the chair, softly asking, "What do you want to eat?"

Stella looked at all the delicious food, her eyes almost not knowing where to look, "Wow, it all looks so good, I want to try everything, except seafood."

Suddenly, a little white dog darted out, making Stella’s face change as she jumped directly onto Aiden.