Chapter 465

From the living room to the bedroom, they tumbled onto the bed together.

Renee took a deep breath, looking at Aaron with his eyes burning with desire. She gently ran her fingers through his hair.

Her voice was sultry and captivating, "Aaron, aren't you curious why I want a private jet?"

"Whatever you want, I'll do my best to give it to you."

Aaron's voice was hoarse, his response firm and resolute.

Right now, all he wanted was to tear off the clothes that were in the way, to breathe in her scent, and to feel her skin against his. He had no interest in discussing trivial matters at this moment.

He unbuttoned her shirt, his mind solely focused on removing Renee's top. Ever since they returned to Auroria, she had gone back to wearing those complicated outfits.

Every time he tried to undo them, it was a hassle.

This time, he couldn't hold back. With a strong hand, he tore her top open.

"You."

Feeling a sudden chill on her chest, Renee looked at her torn top in shock, then at the impatient Aaron, almost bursting into laughter.

Before she could speak, her voice was muffled by his kiss, leaving her to make soft, muffled sounds.

Aaron's hands were restless, gripping her waist as he warned, "Stop laughing. Focus, okay?"

After a night together, Renee finally understood what Aaron meant when he said he wouldn't let her go even if she cried.

The Wilson Villa.

Today was the day of Daniel's hundredth-day memorial.

Isabella had returned home the night before, and the marks on her body had been iced away, leaving no trace.

The Wilson Family didn't want a grand ceremony; they just wanted to visit Daniel's grave as a family, to talk to him.

They would have a meal together afterward.

The Wilson brothers all returned on time, and they drove to the cemetery to visit Daniel.

Isabella held her grandfather's favorite wine and her grandmother's favorite lilies.

Her grandfather had requested to be buried with her grandmother after his death.

She placed the items carefully in front of the grave.

Looking at the photo on the tombstone, she felt like she was back in her childhood, the little princess loved by her grandfather and uncles.

Isabella's eyes reddened as she touched the photos of her grandparents, feeling a deep sadness.

She missed her grandfather so much.

But she would never see him again.

Fearing that Isabella would be overwhelmed with grief, Atticus didn't linger at the cemetery. After the five brothers bowed deeply to the tombstone, they took Isabella and left.

Back at the Wilson Villa, Cinda had already set the table for lunch.

Atticus left the head seat empty, setting a place as if Daniel had never left.

Seeing this, Isabella's eyes reddened again.

She felt a deep sorrow in her heart.

But she knew her uncles felt the same way; they just wouldn't easily shed tears.

Their love and longing for Daniel were no less than hers.

During the meal, the atmosphere was somber.

Isabella broke the silence, "Atticus, don't be like this. Grandpa would want us to live happily. If we're happy, he'll be happy too."

Atticus smiled slightly and nodded. "Isabella's right. Grandpa loved lively gatherings. If he knew we were all here today, he'd be happy."

The others agreed.

Holden, looking at the dishes in front of him, sighed as if he remembered something. "Since Dad passed, it feels like something's missing in this house. It's like the space has grown bigger, and it's not as lively as before."

Everyone felt the same way.

Isabella felt it most clearly. Whether when her grandfather was alive or after his death, she had always stayed here, witnessing the transition from a bustling house to an empty one.

But her grandfather was gone, and that was an undeniable fact. The living couldn't dwell in sorrow forever. If her grandfather saw them like this, he would be heartbroken.

The food tasted bland in her mouth. Isabella took a deep breath, put down her utensils, and suddenly said to her uncles, "Since no one has an appetite, how about we play a game? A question-and-answer game?"

It was a way to lighten the mood. And she could use the opportunity to probe her uncles. She usually didn't get the chance.

Atticus didn't object, though his steady and reserved nature made it hard for him to keep up with Isabella's train of thought. Olivia, sitting next to him, immediately understood Isabella's intention. She winked at her and agreed.

"Sure, but since it's a game, it should go both ways. You can't just ask questions; we should be able to ask you too."

Since returning from Graceful Haven Church, Atticus had announced his relationship with Olivia to the family. The brothers knew, so when Olivia joined them, they naturally left the seat next to Atticus for her. After all, she was Atticus's future wife, and despite her younger age, her status was clear.

With Olivia's agreement, Atticus consented. The others, seeing Atticus had no objections, had nothing to say, though they secretly wondered what dirt Isabella might have on them.

Isabella quickly targeted Thomas, her gaze falling on him. She asked directly, "Thomas, I'm starting with you. No lying."

Thomas blushed, glancing nervously at his brothers, who all had a "let's see what happens" look. He coughed awkwardly. "Of course, Isabella. You can trust me."

Isabella nodded, smiling slightly. At this point, Thomas still cared about his pride. It seemed she needed to be more direct.

"Okay, I'll ask directly. I want to know what kind of person your personal assistant is. Describe them in one sentence."

Thomas was taken aback. He knew his niece wouldn't miss his little secret. Thinking of his assistant, he shook his head, "If I had to say, she's a clumsy troublemaker!"

His words immediately made Isabella understand. Not just her, but the other uncles also had an "I see" expression.

The only one who didn't get it was Holden. "Thomas, have you been working too hard? Why hire a clumsy assistant when you could get a smart one?"

Thomas was known as a workaholic, running a financial company. How could he keep a "clumsy" assistant? Was he out of his mind?