NOVPUBChapter 1219: 546 Hug (Update 1)_2 Chapter 1219: 546 Hug (Update 1)_2 ——Wow, dumplings hand-made by the Goddess.
They must be delicious.
Jaime sure is lucky.
——Does Jaime have a girlfriend now?
[Heartbroken]
——I heard that you were admitted to Professor Aria’s postgraduate program, you’re impressive, senior.
You’ve become a legend in our school.
Is Professor Aria very strict?
...
I heard a senior say that he rarely smiles.
This comment quickly gathered a lot of comments from the medical students of the headquarters, all expressing admiration for Mico Wood’s good fortune and their longing for Dr.
Aria.
Mico Wood didn’t have to open the back end to know that there must be a lot of private messages now.
A WeChat message sprung out, Yang Chong——So you have a girlfriend now?
Mico Wood took a sip of chicken soup and nearly choked when he saw this message.
He coughed several times and replied——We agreed to go through life together.
Whoever gets off the single market first is a dog.
——I saw your Weibo post, didn’t you just get a girlfriend?
Don’t lie to your brother.
——Do you understand the concept of a goddess?
Do you think you can just pluck the moon down from the sky?
It’s a pipe dream.
I simply mooched these dumplings with my thick face.
——Oh, I see.
Xu Nan just asked me indirectly if you got a new girlfriend.
I think she’s still thinking about you.
Do you have any thoughts about that?
Mico Wood sneered and quickly texted——If you’re my brother, don’t ever mention that name in front of me again.
——Okay, you’re now Professor Aria’s prized student.
Do you know if Professor Aria is still accepting postgraduates?
There are quite a few people in our college eyeing that position.
You should be careful.
——Professor Aria only values ability.
As long as you’re talented, there are naturally opportunities.
Got to go, I’m busy now.
Mico Wood quickly hung up, finished eating the dumplings and got busy.
Peter Aria couldn’t help but give a thumbs up: “These are the best dumplings I’ve ever tasted.
Even the head chef from Oncoe Building can’t compare.”
Aubree Groove ladled a bowl of chicken soup in front of him: “Eat slowly.”
Peter Aria took a sip of the chicken soup, feeling invigorated, his fatigue swept away.
He surprisingly finished all sixty or so dumplings in one sitting and still wanted more.
Aubree Groove was stunned, “Is your…stomach okay?”
Peter Aria rubbed his belly, frowned and said, “Feels a bit too full.”
Aubree Groove held back her laughter: “You really…”
Aubree Groove gently massaged his left hand’s Hegu and Laogong acupoints.
Peter Aria lounged on the sofa, looking at the young lady who was softly massaging him under the light, his gaze somewhat trance.
“Have you seen your mother?”
The hand Aubree Groove was using to massage him paused, her eyes drooping, she replied lightly, “I have.”
The year Callista died, she was only four years old, she probably had some memories of her.
“Your eyes…
they’re very similar to your mother’s.”
He had only seen photos.
Aurora Brun in the text was a decisive, thoughtful spy–no, she should be referred to as a killer raised by Virginia Frost–the sharpest knife in her hands.
But in the photos, Aurora Brun was a woman with gentle eyes that were very much like Aubree Groove’s.
They were both gentle, but Aurora’s was more compassionate while Aubree’s was more transparent.
If one were to just look at the photos of Aurora Brun, it would be very hard to imagine her as the ruthless killer, the Rain God of the WT organization.
Peter Aria had been wondering what kind of feelings she held towards Pindo Rinto when she was planted by Virginia Frost’s side.
Why she had a child with Pindo Rinto, whether Pindo Rinto had ill-treated her, whether she had compromised for the sake of her mission and ultimately why she killed Pindo Rinto herself.
Killing the father of her own child, how painful must it have been for a woman at that time?
Peter Aria felt a wave of pity well up from the bottom of his heart.
If only he could have worked a little harder, uncover Virginia Frost’s plot sooner, find Callista sooner, then perhaps her tragedy wouldn’t have taken place.
Then Aubree Groove could have had a healthy and happy childhood, without having to see through the world at such a young age, living a life free of desires.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch…” Peter Aria suddenly screamed out, Aubree Groove had increased the pressure of her massage, his brain was throbbing in pain.
“You’ve overeaten to the point of indigestion.
At this hour, the pharmacies are closed, I’ll go outside and buy something.”
After a few steps, she turned around, “Her death has nothing to do with you, so there’s no need to blame yourselves.
It’s the bad guys’ fault.
We should focus on how to punish them and console her spirit in heaven.”
With that, she turned and left.
Peter Aria was taken aback, then chuckled.
She was always so considerate of others.
Callista, did you see that?
Your daughter is so outstanding.
As her big brother, I will definitely take care of her and will never let her be wronged.
You can rest in peace.
Aubree Groove’s right.
There’s no point in blaming or feeling guilty.
Those who are gone are gone.
Only punishing the bad guys would console the spirits of those who have died unjustly.
This time, he must make sure Virginia Frost would never rise again.
——
Aubree Groove left the hospital.
Diagonally across the street, a pharmacy was still lit.
Aubree walked over the pedestrian bridge, stepping slowly up the stairs.
The pedestrian bridge was deserted in the late night, cars were rushing below.
Aubree returned to the bridge after purchasing her medicine.
A shadow now occupied the previously empty bridge.
The person was cloaked in darkness, lit intermittently by passing car lights that highlighted a tall, masculine silhouette.
In a car under the bridge, the window half down, a man’s cigarette was burning close to its end.
The man was grinding his teeth, staring at the figure on the bridge, “Night Hawk.”
Aubree walked slowly past.
As she did, the man reached out unexpectedly, and Aubree dodged, the wind of his strike brushing a strand of hair at her temple, which danced silently in the night breeze.
The man counterattacked swiftly.
Without warning, Aubree stopped resisting.
The next moment, the man’s fingers gripped Aubree’s slender neck.
The disparity in their strength made it seem that her neck could snap with just a gentle move of his hand.
Like a formidable eagle she’s a delicate rabbit, the result is self-evident.
Suddenly, the man’s pupils constricted.
He turned, and Aubree’s waist slammed harshly against the cold railing of the bridge.
Her bound hair flowed down like water.
Below was the dragon-like flow of cars on the road, her hair was dancing in the wind, the young girl’s face in the night was breathtakingly beautiful.
A small smile grazed her lips, gentle yet tempting, “If you want to kill me, why save me?”
Her neck was so thin and fragile he feared he might break it if he was not careful.
This made him hesitate and loosened his grip.
The touch of their skin created an indescribable tremor deep in his heart.
“You’re not her daughter.
Who are you?” 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Aurora Brun could never have had a child; it was impossible that she could have one with Pindo Rinto.
“Who am I?” The young girl looked puzzled.
Watching her eyes, Night Hawk felt like he was going insane.
“Callista.”
He suddenly released her, and instead, enveloped Aubree in an embrace.
His broad chest completely encased the girl, leaving no gap.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was tense.
Finnian Moore was trying to make himself smaller, not daring to breathe.
The sound of a bullet being chambered echoed.
Finnian was afraid that Master McKay, in a moment of impulse, would shoot the man.
The night breeze blew past her ear, and she heard a strong heartbeat.
“She is dead.
I am Aubree Groove.”
What responded to her was a tighter embrace.
Aubree was helpless, the former Aurora Brun did indeed yearn for an embrace.
But that was the now deceased Aurora Brun.
As for the current Aubree Groove, she did not need it.
