Chapter 202
Chapter 202:
Yes, Braylen was right. Finding the woman who had saved him and repaying her had been the plan all along. So why did his heart feel so hollow?
Could his feelings for her run deeper than just wanting to say thank you?
Images of the past, when she had saved him, flashed through Aiden’s mind. Apart from her appearance and the bracelet, everything else was a blur.
When she had saved him, he had felt a spark.
Finally, the reason for his disappointment clicked into place.
Over the years, his search for his savior had been relentless. Beyond repayment, he had yearned to know her, to understand every facet of her being, all to explain why his heart raced at the mere thought of her.
For all this time, his heart had belonged to that woman. Yet when he finally found Tess, instead of joy, he felt only a nagging irritation stirring in his chest.
This reality clashed sharply with everything he’d imagined.
There could be only one explanation for such a disconnect.
“Tess is not the woman from back then,” Aiden declared, his voice dropping low as his eyes narrowed in certainty.
“Huh?” Braylen stared at Aiden, shock written across his features. “Didn’t we just piece this puzzle together? Everything points to her—the accident’s details match perfectly, and that bracelet on her wrist is the very one from your memories.”
“No!” Aiden shut his eyes tight, his fingers finding their way to the tension building between his brows. “She is not that woman.”
“Though gut feelings were hard to explain, he trusted his instincts on this. Tess wasn’t the woman who saved him. The bracelet on her wrist might be identical to his memories, but such pieces weren’t one of a kind.”
Just then, Aiden sensed something, and his eyes snapped open.
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A familiar figure passed by in front of him.
It was Janice.
Her presence brought a calming effect to his troubled thoughts. He was about to call out when he noticed three people walking with her.
One was a disheveled man, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, while another had a buzz cut and sharp, predatory eyes that gave off an intimidating air.
The third was a woman in a flowing white dress that highlighted her graceful figure, her eyes captivating.
Aiden’s experienced gaze told him these three were far from ordinary.
“It’s him!” Braylen’s fists clenched as his expression hardened. “He’s the man from the parking lot.”
Aiden’s gaze lingered on the man with the crew cut, his brow arching slightly in curiosity.
It wasn’t every day that someone who could put Braylen on edge appeared. But this man wasn’t just present; he was with Janice, treating her with a level of respect that bordered on reverence, like a subordinate addressing a superior. Yet, beneath the formal demeanor, there was an unexpected warmth, a faint trace of geniality.
“Keep an eye on this,” Aiden instructed curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He dismissed the idea of escorting Janice. Showing up now would only create unnecessary tension between them.
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