The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 411 This is... Auntie?_1

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 This is... Auntie?_1

Samantha Tate held Carson Flores in an embrace, silent, comforting him without words.

She understood the meaning behind Carson Flores’s words.

Carson carried the blood of half the Frost Family Members, a bond that could not be severed, but the Frost Family had been unwilling to accept his father, resulting in his mother leaving her family to elope with his father.

How others viewed this story was irrelevant, but as the son of Westin Flores and Lucy Frost, Carson naturally had little affection for the Frost Family Members who had stood in the way of his parents’ love.

To inquire about his parents, Carson had to contact the Frost Family, and his identity was obviously unavoidable; however, he felt a psychological repulsion towards the Frost Family, so he planned to deliberately "show weakness," diminishing his "value" to portray himself as a down-and-out "wild child."

If the Frost Family displayed disdain, disgust, and rejection, Carson would then be able to naturally sever the ties of blood, walk his separate path under the ample sky, never to look back.

Samantha Tate understood Carson, after all, when it came to family, no matter what was said, it was still different from outsiders.

"Maybe it’s not as bad as you think..."

Carson smiled, reached out to pinch Samantha Tate’s worried cheek, "Don’t make that face, I’m not that fragile, I’ve been fine on my own since I was young, not to mention, now I have you all..."

Us?

Samantha Tate turned her head, her beautiful face pulling into a chubby arc: "Are you preparing anything for your visit to their house?"

Carson shook his head, a calm smile on his face: "Nothing special to prepare, let’s go shopping!"

"Sure!"

In the afternoon, Samantha Tate linked her arm with Carson’s, like a couple in passionate love, wandering around malls and supermarkets, buying bags and bags of stuff.

When they got home, Carson cooked while Samantha Tate tidied the house.

Both Carson and Samantha Tate seemed to intentionally forget something, resulting in only the master bedroom being tidied up, while the guest room remained untouched, just as it was before, drawing no attention.

After dinner, Samantha Tate nestled against Carson’s arm on the sofa, watching a movie, then they each showered, slipped into new pajamas, and finally lay on the spacious bed in the master bedroom.

With the precedent of the previous night, when Carson casually embraced Samantha Tate’s waist, she willingly snuggled into his arms, as meek as a kitten.

Everything was so natural.

The next day, Carson left the house under Samantha Tate’s worried gaze. Previously, when Bat had collected information about his parents, it included detailed records on the Frost Family Members.

Carson took a taxi to the home of his maternal grandparents, Dawson Frost and Ella Walters, a three-story villa.

He stood in front of the villa, his feelings slightly complex, for the people inside, by blood, were his closest relatives besides his parents.

Just as Carson was about to ring the doorbell, a red Ferrari came roaring from a distance and screeched to a halt in front of him.

The car window slid down, revealing a face as gorgeous as a flower, with fiery red lips and wine-red wavy hair, looking both fashionable and wild.

The beauty’s gaze swept over Carson, a radiant smile on her face: "Hey, handsome, who are you looking for?"

Handsome?

Carson blinked, his mind racing, searching for the identity of this woman, until suddenly, a profile clicked with the woman before him.

Leah Frost!

The youngest daughter of Dawson Frost and Ella Walters.

Lucy Frost’s sister, thus Carson’s... aunt?

Carson’s eyes widened a fraction, wasn’t Leah Frost supposed to be abroad all this time, when did she return?

Carson replied, "I’m looking for Mr. Frost."

Leah Frost snapped her fingers, smiling: "Come in."

The villa’s iron gate opened, the Ferrari drove into the yard, and Carson followed suit inside, his mood tinged with curiosity.

How young his own aunt was, exactly how old was she?

Calculating the timing, his grandparents must have had Lucy Frost at twenty-four, then Leah Frost at forty, which meant that now Lucy Frost was fifty, Leah Frost thirty-four, only seven years his senior.

That wasn’t much older than himself at all.

Leah Frost parked the car, got out with flair, and chuckled: "You’re empty-handed, you don’t look like someone here to ask for a favor, huh?"

You really don’t beat around the bush!

Carson smiled, "I have a few questions to ask."

"Follow me."

Leah Frost grinned, leading the way into the villa’s living room, and called out, "Dad, someone’s here for you."

Dawson Frost sat on the sofa, watching the news, frowned, and said, "What’s a grown man like you doing out all day, where did you run off to last night?"

Leah Frost giggled, "We’ll talk later, there’s a guest."

Dawson turned his head and saw Carson standing at the doorway, sunlight slanting through the window and casting onto Carson’s handsome face, causing Dawson’s hand to tremble suddenly, nearly dropping the remote control to the floor.

At the kitchen doorway, Ella Walters walked out with a plate of washed fruit, froze in her tracks upon seeing Carson, and the fruit plate crashed to the ground, its contents scattering...