Chapter 234: After Harrow
There was nothing Amelia could say to dissuade him. Not even promises that she would take a pregnancy test on her own managed to influence him, and since Aiden was firmly in control of the wheel, Amelia could only give in.
The silence was far too grim for her liking, and she cleared her throat in a bid to break the tension.
"I’m surprised that you’re so skilled at fighting people," Amelia confessed, glancing at Aiden from the corner of her eyes. "Caleb hired so many people, but all of them couldn’t stand up against you. I must say, that’s really impressive. Did you learn to fight from somewhere?"
The corner of Aiden’s mouth lifted into a small smirk at Amelia’s praise. He knew this was her attempt at lightening the situation, and since it played to his strengths, he might as well indulge her and brag― just a bit.
Anything to take away the dull, fearful look in her eyes. Amelia said she was fine, but Aiden knew better. Who would be alright after such a harrowing scare? That bastard had his pants down when Aiden found him. If he’d just been a moment later...
"Aiden?" Amelia prompted when she didn’t get a reply. "Is this some state secret where you’ll have to silence me once I find out?" She joked.
Aiden nodded. "Yeah, I’ve had a tumultuous life and our government’s secret service actually wanted to hire me― hey, don’t snort! I know I’m a rich boy, but I’m a rich boy with bloodied fists and a dark past who longed to fight injustice in the world!"
"Sure thing," Amelia nodded to herself. She remembered all the figurines that lined Isaac’s shelves― it was more likely that Aiden was easily suckered into cartoons and longed to fight like the characters inside them. "Whatever you say, Mister Magical Girl."
"Hey!" Aiden’s ears colored. "Fine, maybe my past wasn’t one of pitch-black darkness, but I’d have you know it was at the very least, a firm dark gray. I was involved in delinquent gangs throughout my teenage years, so of course I learned to kick ass. I would have died otherwise."