NABC Chapter 306 Her beauty complimented his handsome looks.
Chapter 306 Her beauty complimented his handsome looks.
Arwen shifted on her feet slightly; as she had guessed, another photograph was in there. Without waiting for another second, she grabbed it and pulled it out to check.
She didn't notice, but behind her, Mr. Jones's expression froze. His face was marred with extreme worry as he fidgeted with his fingers. Soon, his worry turned to confusion when he heard Arwen questioning.
"Who is this?"
Mr. Jones thought that he hadn't heard her properly. His eyes tried to concentrate on Arwen. However, when even after seconds, he didn't hear her repeating, he walked closer to her to inspect the picture in her hand.
While Arwen's gaze has also zeroed on the picture she held in her hand. There was one pretty blonde girl standing beside a teen boy who looked quite handsome for his age.
The familiarity between his face and Aiden's were very obvious but what confused her was not Aiden's young version, but rather the familiarity she felt looking at him in that picture.
It was the same familiarity she felt when she met him for the first time as if she had known him. Not from that day ...but from way back from the past.
The teen boy was wearing a rugby jersey, with his hair all messed up, yet beautifully flaunting his looks.
"This is Aiden?" she asked just to confirm something that she had known just by the first look at the picture.@@@@
Mr. Jones who was scared to death just a moment ago, heaved a sigh of relief before replying. "Yes," he said. "This picture is from young master's university days. He was interested in rugby and even led his university team to the nationals."
Arwen heard him and her brows furrowed. University days. Her mind repeated as she looked at the background of the picture. Right as stated by Mr. Jones, this picture wasn't clicked in Cralens.
"Did he come to Cralens for his matches ever?" she asked with some thought. But was immediately disappointed when she heard Mr. Jones reply.
"Friend?" Arwen repeated and Mr. Jones, who felt something odd in her tone further explained.
"Yes," he began, "Martins and Winslows have been family friends for a very long time. They were one of the families that had helped Winslows settle in New York during the early years when Old Master had shifted there. When the young master returned to the family, Ms. Martin started visiting him more often and slowly they grew the bond. They even went to the university together. But later when she left New York to pursue her career further, Young Master distanced himself from her and since then they were never seen together."
The butler didn't know why Arwen sounded strange, but he made sure to explain as much as he could. After all, the whole story was difficult to explain and just when he could see the couple's bond growing deeper, he could bring himself to burden Arwen with the past.
Arwen understood the gist of it. Though she suspected that the girl in the picture was the love Aiden mentioned, she couldn't bring herself to ask it. She simply stared at the picture and let out a small 'oh' of understanding.
Even if the girl was the lady love from Aiden's past, she was his present. And the past can't overpower the present, could it?
"It couldn't," Arwen spoke to herself, but loud enough to be heard by the butler.
But before Mr. Jones could ask her about it, she dropped the picture back in the drawer and closed it back to look around.
"Mr. Jones, you said this room would soon be undergoing the maintenance process," she asked and seeing Mr. Jones nod her, she further queried, "Does that mean Aiden still comes to this room?
Mr. Jones shook his head. "He hadn't come here for a while," he said, and hearing him say that, Arwen's lips tugged up in a smile.
"He doesn't?"
Mr. Jones shook his head and confirmed. "It's been months since Young Master came to this room. It's just that since this room is a part of the estate, it needs to be taken care of so we are doing the needful."
An ease settled in Arwen's heart and she nodded. "Great, then do the needful," she said, brimming. Then looking at her watch, she added, "Oh, the break time is up for me already. I still have a quick work to attend to. After that, Mr. Jones, I will have to trouble you with the lunch."
Mr. Jones nodded to her with a smile. "Sure, Madam. It's my duty."