Whether it was a personal or social relationship, Freya was able to join in the conversation regardless of whoever it was. The only exception would be for people she disliked.
Aaron chimed in, "It's much too early to celebrate. Jordan is still left. He's not as easy to deal with unlike Nathan and his wife."
He sat beside Emma as he said this. Intentionally or unintentionally, he casually fiddled with her long hair that had fallen loose.
From where I was, I could see that he had Emma in his arms and was enjoying the touch of her black hair. Emma was unusually calm, as though Aaron was invisible. She sat up straight and quietly listened to the others. In contrast, Aaron appeared clingy and delicate.
When Yana was still alive, I often fantasized about this scenario. Although things had changed, who would ever deny the fact that Emma was a good match for Aaron? Fate had everything arranged accordingly, and this was the best arrangement for them.
Realizing that I was staring at him, Aaron simply harrumphed at me. He raised his hand and drew a semicircle in the air. Then he pretentiously placed his hand on Emma's shoulder and held her in his arms. They really loved each other very much.
He must have been traumatized from what Hendrix had said earlier. He couldn't wait to come out on top again.
I wasn't sure if the years have softened him up or if Emma did. Aaron was very happy right now.
I smiled in relief.
Hendrix reached out to hug me and whispered into my ear, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." I looked at him and held his hand. Then I smiled calmly at him and said, "It looks like everyone is having a good time."
Regardless of whether I would be around in the future, we could all calmly put the past aside and start over.
I knew Hendrix wouldn't be happy to hear me say that, so I kept it to myself.
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