Their Bundle Of Joy novel Chapter 31

"Isabel, I'm sorry, but for my sake, please let Abby go."

Henry really knew how to mentally manipulate people.

He didn't directly ask Isabel to release Abby, but first gave her what she wanted.

And it worked on Isabel, "I'll try."

She thought back to Aiden's decision not to let Abby go; in fact, he probably did it for her sake.

But for her mother’s belongings, Isabel gave in.

After Henry left, Isabel realized a dire problem: She didn't even have a way to contact Aiden.

She didn’t have Adam’s phone number either.

To find either of them, the best way was to go to their company.

And right now, she really wanted to look for Aiden.

Instead of going to Adam’s MorningStar Entertainment, it was better to go directly to Howard Group Headquarters to find Aiden.

The next day, as the bus pulled to a stop before the building, Isabel thought that her decision might have been too naive.

A dozen girls stood in front of the building, all dressed up. As she walked by, the security guards yelled to them, "The president is not here today, please leave."

"It's okay, I'm willing to wait; I’ll just wait if he’s not here right now." A girl holding a rose looked up at the direction of the top floor of the building, filled with expectations in her eyes.

The security guard shook his head and sighed.

Since Aiden's identity was revealed yesterday morning, the front of the building has been like this since.

No one understood what happened to the president, who always kept a low profile and never revealed his identity, to actually expose his identity for a girl with a kid.

This was not the president’s usual demeanor.

Isabel squeezed past the group of girls, and under their disgruntled gazes, she walked up to the security guard and said, "Hello, I want to see… Aiden."

She heard the security guard announced just now that Aiden was not in the company, but as she thought about Henry's request, she still mustered her courage to ask.

"Ugh, just look at her appearance, she thinks she’s worthy to see Aiden?"

"She’s too shabby, no way is she a match for Aiden."

"Yeah, she looks so dorky."

Isabel tugged at the corners of her clothes. Her clothes were indeed bargain buys from online, but she bought them with her own money, so she didn't feel embarrassed.

"I...I'm Isabel White, I thought of a way to clarify the relationship between me and Aiden; can you help me inform him?" Isabel bit her lip; this was the only reason she could think of in hopes that the security guard would allow her to pass.

“Ugh, lying comes naturally these years, doesn’t it? She actually dared to say that she’s that Isabel…” The crowd of girls suddenly stopped, and began to take a good look at Isabel.

"She... she does look like that girl in the video..."

This sentence successfully attracted the security guard’s attention.

Two minutes later, the security guard took Isabel to the reception desk.

"Sorry, no matter who you are, you can't enter without an appointment." The receptionist stopped Isabel without a thought.

Isabel stood there hesitantly; she remembered what she promised her father, and refused to leave.

"Oh, why are you so annoying? This is a company, not some place to chase celebrities. Please leave." Perhaps the receptionist got dumped by her boyfriend today or something, but she was quite short-tempered.

Isabel turned around and dropped her head dejectedly. It seemed that she had to find another way.

Right now, though, she really couldn't think of another way to see Aiden.

“Huh, Miss Isabel, is that you?” Suddenly, Ewan walked over quickly from the elevator.

Ewan was here to submit information.

Aiden had tasked him to investigate a cufflink whose edges and corners were worn out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he saw Isabel.

Isabel’s eyes lit up. She remembered Ewan. She once hated Ewan because he drove her to the police station.

But now she doesn't hate him anymore.

Because everything five years ago was her fault.

She was the one who mistook the wrong person.

She mistook Adam for Aiden.

"Ewan, I need to see Aiden; can you take me to see him?"

The receptionist saw Ewan so enthusiastic greet Isabel, and she was busy trying to explain, "Mr. Hill, we didn't intend to block her, it's because she didn't have an appointment, according to company regulations."

Ewan understood the situation, "I see, list her as my guest, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course." The receptionist looked at Ewan. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Maybe it’s because he had been with Aiden for too long, but Ewan radiated the same presence as Aiden, a kind of cold yet collected state.

Ten minutes later, Isabel stood at the door before Aiden's office.

The coffee-brown marbled floor was of exceptional taste. Compared with the hustle and bustle outside the building, this floor was quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing.

Ewan knocked on the door, and a voice replied, "Come in."

The attractive, melodious voice that was so pleasing to the ear belongs to none other than Aiden.

Ewan shook a fist at Isabel, which implied that he could only help her up to this point; she would have to rely on herself for the rest of the way.

Ewan knew that Isabel was the only woman who could make Aiden laugh, so he was willing to help out Isabel.

Isabel took a deep breath, then another, and then gently pushed open the door.

The room was full of tranquility.

The combination of black and white colors was simple, but it formed a noble taste.

This was a man’s world.

If it were up to her, she would definitely not decorate the office in these colors, it was too dark.

It seemed as if the owner was an old man in his seventies or eighties.

But that thought immediately disappeared once her eyes saw the man at the desk.

As soon as she saw Aiden, it seemed like he and the atmosphere of the entire office were so harmonious and in sync.

It was still that lingering cold, collected presence.

"What's the matter? Speak." Aiden didn't lift his head and held a pen in hand. As he reviewed the documents on his desk, he urged her on; he must have thought she was another employee.

Isabel bit her lips before slowly stepping forward. The closer she got, the more she felt the strong presence of male hormone.

Even though he didn't speak and just sat there quietly, it was still a rich feeling.

Suddenly, just as she was about to speak, she saw the cufflink on Aiden's desk that had been with her for so many years.

The golden cufflink had faded under wear and tear, but it still held more sentimental value than the brand new cufflink on her key chain.

Isabel pointed at the cufflink, and almost forgot the purpose of her trip, "Can you return that to me?"

Aiden paused with his pen in hand, his handsome face lifted slightly, and his eyes shot at Isabel with cold eyes, "No."