Chapter 587
Aubree tried to see who it was, but Trevor noticed and reached over, turning her face back toward him. “Remember, you’re a Wilson.”
His words came out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She watched Trevor’s face, then the Wilson family’s mansion. “We don’t have the same last name, and I don’t have any inheritance rights. How am I considered a part of the Wilson family?”
“Trevor, the only person who’d come looking for me this late, see me getting dragged off by you, and then tail you so relentlessly—making you pull that expression—has to be Bowen, right? What, are you jealous of him?”
Trevor’s expression faltered for a split second, but then he just shrugged and smiled. “What’s there about him for me to be jealous of?”
Aubree pointed at herself. “Me.”
“Trevor, you’re the third son in the family. You have two outstanding older brothers, and aside from your good looks, you can’t measure up to Bryan and the others when it comes to talent. So, compared to them, you weren’t held in high regard,” Aubree said.
“When you were a kid, Alice and Ronald were both at the peak of their careers, so you never got the kind of parental love that most kids take for granted. Then, when you grew up and entered showbiz, people tried to butter you up because of your status, but you never got any real sincerity from anyone, not even from your own family.
“Then I showed up. I treated you well, but at first, you tossed my kindness aside like it was nothing. Now that I’ve taken it all back, you regret it and want it from me again.
“But you realized that what you desperately want but can’t get, Bowen got it effortlessly. And what I give him is completely different from what I ever gave anyone in the Wilson family. It’s one of a kind, just for him. That’s why you’re jealous of him.”
Trevor’s deepest desires and wounds were ripped open by Aubree’s words, and he couldn’t help but lower his head in embarrassment.
“No matter what you say, there’s no way I’m letting you go,” Trevor said.
Aubree just shrugged it off. Now that she knew Bowen was tailing them, she could finally relax.
‘When disaster strikes, isn’t it always the tall guy who takes the fall first?’ she thought. ‘Bowen is so much taller than I am. If anything comes crashing down, it’ll hit him, not me.’
Neither of them said another word for the rest of the ride.
Back at the Wilson family’s mansion, the butler had just gotten off the phone with Trevor. Every time Trevor specifically asked if Carmen was home, it usually meant trouble was brewing.
With a frown, he went upstairs and knocked on Carmen’s door. “Miss Wilson, Mr. Trevor Wilson just called. I think that no matter what it is, you’d better ask Mrs. Wilson if she can come home.”
Aubree spent the whole ride with her eyes closed, pretending to nap, but she could tell when the car finally came to a stop.
After getting out of the car, Aubree kept her face cold and expressionless as she spoke. “We’re already here. It’s not like I can run off now, so there’s no need for the bodyguards to keep holding onto me, right?”
Trevor just smiled. “Of course. You’re coming home, not being thrown in jail.”
He reached out and gripped Aubree’s hand firmly. “Aubree, I’m bringing you home.”
Aubree knew there was no way she could break free, so she didn’t bother wasting her energy. Besides, it wasn’t like letting him hold her hand was going to kill her.
Trevor was so excited that his heart was pounding just like the first time he’d won a Best Actor award.
Chapter 587
If it hadn’t been for Carmen, he could’ve had a little sister who truly idolized him. He would’ve protected her, gotten her on shows, and made her the nation’s sweetheart in the eyes of the fans.
However, he was sure he wouldn’t have to wait long. For all he knew, as soon as Carmen apologized to Aubree, Aubree might just forgive him on the spot.
After all, from the surface, it wasn’t like he’d actually done anything.
With hope still burning in his chest, Trevor walked Aubree right through the doors of the Wilson family’s mansion.