I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 223

Leanna had half a mind to swing the club right into the back of his head if it didn't constitute murder.

Aidan again covered her hand, holding it firmly as he snapped, "Don't look at me; look ahead."

Not at all bothered by her obvious aversion toward him, he reached around her to grip the club, but in doing so, he caged Leanna in his arms. He asked thoughtfully, "Did Elijah decide to just leave you here on your own?"

She countered matter-of-factly, "He probably didn't think a scumbag would approach me in broad daylight."

Aidan scoffed. "Don't blow things out of proportion. I'm only trying to teach you how to golf."

She shot back, "Thanks, but no thanks." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"It'll look bad on me if you don't even know how to swing, even though we've been married for three years," he pointed out icily.

Leanna was rendered speechless by how brazen he was.

Not wanting to waste another moment on inane small talk, Aidan instructed curtly, "Bend your waist and keep your grip on the club."

She took a deep breath. She couldn't get out of his arms now, so she did as she was told. A few

seconds later, she couldn't help saying, "I have a question, President Pearson."

Aidan kept his gaze on the club and looked focused as he asked icily, "What?"

"Do coaches normally keep such a close distance to their pupils during golf training?"

He raised his brow. "Yes."

A small smile curled on Leanna's lips as she said, "I saw Elijah teach someone how to play golf earlier, and it's nothing like this."

As things were, Aidan was but an inch away from pressing up against her entirely, which was further proof of his scumbag tendencies.

However, he was not in the least bit guilty as he cast her a frosty sideways glance. "That just means Elijah isn't much of a golfer. It's either that or he did not intend to teach that person how to play golf."

She felt the vein near her temple start to bulge.

Leanna was about to argue with Aidan when he suddenly released her and took a step back. "Forget it. Your lack of talent in golf makes this session wholly frivolous. It'd be a waste of my time to try and coach you."

With that, he spun on his heels and walked away.

She glowered at his back and gritted her teeth. Never had she been so exasperated and angry that she

was at a complete loss for words. He's insufferable!

Leanna tossed the club back into the holder, realizing everyone on the driving range had gone. She took deep breaths and regained composure, but when she was about to leave, Elijah came through the entryway and said, "I'm so sorry that took a while, Leanna. Shall we pick up where we left off with the golf?"

She turned him down without hesitation. "No, it's fine. I tried swinging on my own just now. I guess the sport just doesn't agree with me."

Elijah did not take this to heart and merely suggested, "How about we just stroll around the resort, then?"

They did just that, and by the end of their stroll, the sky was already darkening with twilight colors.

Most employees had returned to their hotel rooms to prepare for the gala tonight. Elijah walked Leanna back to her room and glanced at the time on his wristwatch. "Another two hours to go before the gala starts. Get some rest. I'll come and pick you up later."

She was rather tired as well, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

When Leanna entered the room and shut the door, she trudged over to the bed and lay down. She set her alarm for an hour, then slipped under the covers to take a short nap.

However, her eyes had only just fluttered closed when she heard the sound of a cartoon playing from the balcony, and the cacophony of exaggerated voices was making it hard for her to drift into sleep.

Leanna bolted upright, got out of bed, and slipped into her shoes before padding out to the balcony. That was when she realized that the sound was coming from next door.

While she had seen the b*stard on the same floor, not earlier this morning, she couldn't be sure he was actually staying here. After all, he was only here to assess the resort's overall performance. She had run into him this morning while he was inspecting the room next door for all she knew.

More importantly, she didn't peg him as the type to watch cartoons.

Leanna returned to her room and called the front desk, then told the receptionist to give the guest next door a gentle reminder to turn down the volume on their television. The receptionist agreed and promised to handle the matter swiftly.

Reassured, Leanna shuffled back to bed and tried to get some rest. Unfortunately, she had only lied down for about ten minutes when the noise started again from next door. This time, it was accompanied by thumping sounds.

She groaned as she opened her eyes, exhaustion, and frustration washing over her. Of course, her luck would take a turn for the worse after she ran into Aidan. It was as though seeing him had granted her an affinity for unpleasant experiences and nothing more.

The thumping and the noise continued while she lay in bed. At last, she pushed the covers off her, stormed out of the room, and then knocked on the door next to hers.

When the door swung open, she immediately regretted her decision to confront the person.

Presently, Aidan eyed her without much interest. However, his eyes glimmered darkly like she had

come to his room for other not-so-obvious reasons.

Leanna let out a bark of laughter. "Can you please keep it down, President Pearson? Some of us are trying to sleep here."

Aidan appraised her with a raised brow as if he was sure she had come with an ulterior motive. "I'm afraid I've heard that excuse before. Try another one."

She gaped at him with wide eyes. Excuse? Don't flatter yourself, you jerk!

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down as she bit out grimly, "You know exactly what you did, President Pearson. Don't you think you're being—"

"Actually, I have no idea what I did. Care to elaborate?"

At that moment, the hotel manager Leanna had met previously came walking out of the room, and behind him were two men who looked like executives. They had heard the commotion and wanted to see what was happening. "Is something the matter, Miss?" the hotel manager asked in concern.

Leanna froze, and the anger drained out of her voice. "I'm staying next door, and I came to see what all the noise was about..."

"Noise?" The manager frowned. "We were having a meeting this whole time, and we didn't hear any noise at all."

She was flustered when she heard this. When she saw Aidan come to the door just now, she had been sure that he was the one who made all that noise on purpose. She certainly never expected the hotel

manager and the rest of the executives to be in the room having a meeting with him.

Looking supremely pleased with himself, Aidan crossed his arms and leaned against the door. He even raised a brow at her in wordless mockery.

Leanna pursed her lips, and after a long moment, she said, "I'm sorry. I must have gotten the wrong room."

Aidan craned his neck and asked, "Come again?"

Her fists clenched at her sides as she grunted, "I'm sorry for bothering you, President Pearson!"

"You don't look like you mean it," he pointed out sardonically.

She froze at this. For some reason, she remembered someone saying something similar to her on a previous occasion.

But now was not the time for her to search her memories for some ambiguous line. She brushed past Aidan and into the room, then bowed her head in apology to the other executives inside the room. "I'm sorry for interrupting the meeting. Please don't mind me and carry on."

Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief when Leanna finally left. They glanced at Jonathan at the same time, and the question was clear in their eyes. Is this what President Pearson and his wife normally do for fun?