Chapter 107 Once Dubbed a Pretty Boy
"Okay, I've updated you on everything. Just be careful. I'm tied up with something else, but we'll talk more when you're back," Edric said.
"Alright," Aaron hung up the phone, deep in thought.
Who could be after him?
If it wasn't Caleb behind this, then the woman in question could still be linked to him.
After all, it was Caleb who had divulged the details of their collaboration to Gayle, and soon after, someone had followed his car, attempting to take his life.
Therefore, that woman must have connections to Caleb!
"Thomas, who was on the call?" Done with her planning, Nora noticed Aaron's brooding look and snapped him out of his reverie.
Aaron cast her a glance, choosing not to hide anything.
"It was Edric on the phone; he's apprehended someone who's been after my life. The culprit hinted that the mastermind could be a woman."
Nora's face registered pure surprise.
"A woman? Thomas, did you break somebody's heart, and now she's out for revenge?"
Aaron was speechless.
"You're overthinking it. The person targeting me is more likely a mature woman—not a young girl. I couldn't possibly owe a grown woman any romantic debts, could I?"
Wasn't it only married women who were addressed as 'Ma’am.'?
"Who knows for certain? Maybe you played the role of someone's Pretty Boy at some point?" Nora teased.
Aaron glanced at her with a smirk. "Nora, I have indeed been somebody's Pretty Boy."
Her eyes widened. "Who?"
"You."
Nora rolled her eyes. "Thomas, stop talking nonsense!"
"Am I? Didn't Brenda from the village say that you picked me up and I'm the Pretty Boy you're taking care of?" Aaron's laugh was wicked.
Nora sighed, "Stop teasing me."
"I'm speaking the truth, though. Am I not?"
"Forget it, I'm leaving you behind," Nora threatened half-seriously.
Aaron raised an eyebrow, dropping the teasing tone. "Aren't you hungry? Where shall we go eat?"
Nora patted her empty stomach and pointed toward the south side of the hotel.
"I looked it up; there's a famous attraction right behind this hotel, with all sorts of food, drinks, and entertainment. Let's check it out."
"Okay."
Without objection, Aaron, pushed by Frederick, followed Nora toward the south.
They were greeted by the brightly lit street, bustling with people.
On both sides were a variety of shops—food, goods, and games galore to distract and delight.
Music from the stores mingled with the playful chatter of the crowd and the vendors' calls, lively and incessant.
Nora strolled along, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement.
"What do you feel like eating, Thomas?"
She'd lost her mother when she was very young.
Throughout her upbringing, her family had never taken her out for days of fun.
Once she was in college, she was too caught up in academics to go out much.
Not to mention, after having kids, her opportunities dwindled even further.
The bustling scene before her was a true pleasure.
"You pick; it's all good to me."
Places like this didn't impress Aaron much.
After all, someone of his stature was accustomed to high-end hotels and upscale recreational spots.
Nora, enticed by the aroma of food in the air, couldn't help but swallow hard.
Right now, she was starving.
"Thomas, how about we grab some garlic bread with mushroom soup?" Nora suggested with a gleeful smile as they passed a cozy diner that smelled heavenly.
She had always loved it – it was scrumptious!
With a smile still on her face, Nora led the way inside.
Aaron's handsome features tensed slightly. "Nora, are you sure you want to eat here?"
"Trust me, Thomas, once you try it, you'll know how delicious it is," Nora assured him with a smile and headed into the eatery.
Frederick, who was pushing a wheelchair, commented, "Mr. Gordon, this smells amazing."
Aaron frowned deeply as he noticed the crowded dining area where everyone seemed to be savoring their food, and his brow remained furrowed.
"Frederick, could you grab us a couple of bottles of water? We'll need to wash our hands after eating," Aaron said.
"Sure thing," Frederick replied and pushed him to an empty table before heading out to buy water while Nora placed their order.
Aaron sat in his wheelchair, eying the greasy tabletop and suppressing the urge to leave.
He decided to see this as a dinner date with Nora; as long as she was happy, that was what mattered.
"He's good-looking for a guy in a wheelchair."
"A disability doesn't matter as long as he's handsome, right?"
"Do you think he's... able in that? How else could he keep a gorgeous woman like that?"
"Who knows? Look at her – small waist, curvy hips. Girls like that are trouble; she might even be cheating."
Nearby, a group of rowdy twenty-somethings, a mix of men and women, were smoking and didn't look very pleasant.
Aaron's sharp gaze swept over them, his face expressionless and cool.
"The stud in the wheelchair is watching us; it seems like he's mad. I'm so scared," one of the women said sarcastically as she snuggled into a muscular, tattooed man seated next to her.
Her companion, arm wrapped around her waist, threatened Aaron, "If you keep staring, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
As soon as he finished, a glass flew toward him and smashed on the floor, and he took an unexpected tumble.
For a moment, his friends were stunned, but then they all stood up, eyes glaring menacingly at Aaron—the instigator.
Aaron's lips tightened slightly as he calmly wiped his utensils with a napkin.
"Son of a— How dare you throw something at me?" the man on the floor growled, his forehead swelling.
He touched his sore forehead, fury written all over his face, and scrambled up, storming toward Aaron.
Nora, who had just finished ordering, rushed to Aaron's side, her face alert. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Are you blind? He just hit me with that glass! I'm gonna lay him out!" the man yelled.
Nora stepped in front of Aaron, her voice firm. "He was right to call you out! Listen to what you just said. Calling someone a 'crip' like it's nothing—your lack of manners is the real problem here."
The brash young man looked Nora up and down, smirking. "Sweetheart, why are you sticking up for a cripple? Can he even satisfy you? You must be pretty lonely at night, huh?"
As he reached out to touch Nora's face, his hand was abruptly yanked away.
A sharp crack sounded as his arm was dislocated.
Before he could react, his face was slammed forcefully onto the table, pinning him completely.
"Ah!" The man screamed in agony.
His friends watched in shock, their throats tightening as they saw the ruthless expression on Aaron's face, his actions showing no mercy.
Aaron shoved the guy away and casually pulled out a napkin, cleaning his fingers with deliberate slowness.
Stars sparked in Nora's eyes as she silently praised Aaron's bravado.
"What are you guys just standing there for? Mika, Keith, help me teach this cripple a lesson!" grunted the man, clutching his dislocated arm through gritted teeth.
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