Chapter 108 Marital Harmony
At the man's command, his two pals grabbed beer bottles and prepared to smash them over Aaron.
Nora's heart skipped a beat, instinctively shielding Aaron with her body.
A calm voice came from behind, "Nora, I'll leave the guy on the left to you."
Was she to handle the man on the left herself?
Nora instantly got the message and withdrew a silver needle. As the left assailant approached, she struck swiftly, hitting vital pressure points with precision.
With a yelp, his arm fell limp, rendered immobile.
Glancing over at Aaron, Nora saw him twist the bottle-wielding arm of the other man, flipping him cleanly onto the ground.
The remaining few froze in place.
They never expected a cripple and a woman to be so formidable in a fight.
Especially the woman—how did she disarm their friend without seeming to lift a finger?
With a chilling glare in Aaron's eyes, he challenged, "Are you still up for a fight?"
"No more, let's get out of here!" came the hasty reply.
Intimidated by his presence, they quickly helped their injured buddy up and rushed towards the door.
"Wait! Did you guys settle your tab?" Aaron's voice cut through the room with icy authority.
They stopped in their tracks, and someone hastily pulled out two hundred bucks and slapped it on the table.
"Keep the change," one said as they left.
The shopkeeper, who had been watching from the sidelines, collected the money after they left. Turning to Aaron, he said, "That was something! These punks have been troubling this neighborhood. They needed someone to sort them out."
Aaron's lips curled into a half-smile, but he remained silent.
Nora glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, her face awash with apology. "I'm sorry, boss. We'll pay for the damages," she said.
"It's fine; it was just a glass and two plates."
The owner waved it off and signaled for a server to come clean up.
He chuckled as he watched Nora tenderly straighten Aaron's clothes. "You two are quite the loving couple, supporting each other through thick and thin. It's really touching."
He'd seen it all clearly.
The man in the wheelchair had taken action because some punk had insulted a woman.
And the woman, she instinctively protected him when danger loomed.
Such love was rare among the younger generation.
Especially in these materialistic times, when so many couples part ways at the first sign of trouble.
Not to mention, the man was physically handicapped.
Nora was shocked by the owner's words.
She hastened to explain.
"Please hurry up, boss. We're starving here," Aaron suddenly interjected, cutting off Nora's explanation.
The owner nodded vigorously. "Sure. Just sit tight, and your meal will be ready in no time."
Nora watched the owner retreat to the kitchen and said no more.
She sat down opposite Aaron. "Thomas, why did you interrupt me? The owners got the wrong idea about us."
Aaron raised an eyebrow slightly. "We're just passing through; there’s no need for lengthy explanations."
That statement pleased him.
He decided he would give the owner a little extra for the inconvenience.
"Yeah, you're right," Nora conceded after a moment, poured a glass of water for them, and took a sip.
Aaron admired her elegant beauty and thought back to how she had stepped in to deal with the ruffians, his expression softening.
Never before had he experienced such an instinctive connection with a woman!
Soon, Frederick returned with the water.
"Mr. Gordon, here's your water."
Aaron acknowledged him with a nod and set the water aside.
Before long, the server brought out the garlic bread with mushroom soup.
Aaron took a breath and frowned.
Was it too late to make a quick exit?
"Come on, Thomas. Let’s eat."
Nora saw his furrowed brow and couldn't help but laugh.
"Appearances can be deceiving, like some who don't look great but have a beautiful soul. Try the soup; it's really good."
With that, she started eating.
Seeing her enjoy it, Aaron cautiously took a bite.
The creamy texture melted away the tension in his brow.
"The soup is surprisingly good," Aaron thought.
"How does it taste?" Nora asked him after seeing him take a bite.
"It's not bad," Aaron replied with understated elegance.
Nora chuckled, "Thomas, you've got to believe me; I wouldn't lie to you."
Aaron paused, his fork mid-air, and looked up at her. "You'll always have my trust."
His gaze was deep, and his eyes brimmed with tenderness.
Nora met his look but quickly averted her eyes.
It's just a dinner, right? Why does it sound so melodramatic?
Inside the villa.
Caleb was on the phone with Gayle.
"What did you say? A project was sabotaged by Aaron's new secretary? When did he ever hire a secretary?" Caleb's face darkened, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Gayle ranted over the call, "Aaron said he hired a new secretary, a stunning one who knows acupuncture! Because of her, not only did my deal fall through, but she also caused a massive fight between Sophia and me. Nearly left me with nothing. I want them gone!"
Caleb offered a couple of soothing words before hanging up.
When had Aaron taken on a new secretary?
Wasn't he just focusing on treating his leg injury?
Caleb's eyes narrowed as a thought struck him.
An acupuncture-knowledgeable secretary?
Could it be the same woman doctor who's been treating him?
Aaron had survived not once but twice, all thanks to that doctor!
"Dad, did Gayle fail to secure the contract?" Jackson lounged on the couch, effortlessly swinging a glass of whiskey and looking inquisitively at Caleb.
After a brief nod, Caleb shared the details with him.
Jackson toyed with his glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Aaron's got game. Not only did he survive, but he also turned the tables on them. Dad, he'll probably come after you when he's back."
But who exactly is this female doctor?
He'd have to meet her when an opportunity arose.
Worried about him? "Don't fret over it; I've got everything under control," Caleb said with a cold smile. "If you manage to make Suzy yours, securing the Hamiltons as a strong alliance, we'll stand even stronger against him."
Upon hearing that, Jackson downed his whiskey in one gulp.
"I just don't get it. What do I lack compared to Aaron? Why do women always fall for that icy facade of his?"
At the restaurant Bescosarst.
After finishing their meal, Nora and Aaron were ready to head out.
The owner couldn't stop grinning as he looked at the generous compensation Aaron had left.
"Mr. and Mrs. Gordon, always a pleasure! Hope to see you two again!"
Nora stumbled, nearly unbalancing.
"We're not," she said hastily, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.
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