The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 120: [Volume 1] - - Movie Theater

Jay raised his hand with a playful confidence and declared, "But I’m looking good, right?"

Esme’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head as she gave him a quick but scrutinizing once-over. Her expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You’re looking like a 25-year-old man," she said, her tone teasing yet blunt.

Jay’s face instantly shifted to one of shock, He blinked, stunned by her assessment.

"What?" he sputtered, still processing her words. "I’m only turning 19!" His disbelief was palpable. How could she, of all people, mistake him for being so much older? Being called 25, at the ripe age of 19, felt like an insult to his youthful spirit.

He caught himself before finishing his retort. "You’re looking like 25—" he began, but the words dried up in his throat as he really looked at her. She wasn’t 25. She wasn’t even close. Esme was pulling off something far younger, something effortlessly youthful.

She stood casually in her comfortable hoodie and sleek black pants, exuding a relaxed air. Her face was soft, almost radiant, with the casual wear somehow making her look even younger than usual. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She didn’t just look her age—no, she looked much younger, like she could easily pass for a teenager, maybe 17 or 18 at most. The irony of the situation hit Jay like a ton of bricks. Here he was, being called old, while Esme, in her youthful glow, could be mistaken for a high schooler.

Jay sighed in defeat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Okay, fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes but with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You win this round. But I still think I look good." His voice held a trace of mock defiance as he crossed his arms, trying to salvage what little pride he had left.

Esme crossed her arms, feeling her patience slip away. "I don’t care if you think you look good for yourselves. For me, you guys are definitely not looking good. You have 20 minutes to change into something casual—right now!"

With that, she turned and walked toward the door, calling over her shoulder, "And please, wear something that doesn’t scream ’business meeting!’"

The brothers exchanged confused glances before heading to their rooms, their laughter echoing in the hallway. Esme tapped her foot anxiously, checking her watch until, exactly 20 minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching.

When they emerged, Esme couldn’t help but smile. The brothers had switched their formal suits for simple t-shirts and casual pants, looking so cute and youthful. It was hard to believe they were all 19; they looked like a group of friends ready for a fun day out.

She felt a flutter of excitement. They were undeniably attractive, and the casual outfits made them appear more their age, giving off a carefree vibe. Esme felt a mix of nervousness and thrill at the thought of attracting attention with them by her side.

"Wow," she said, unable to hide her admiration. "You guys actually look amazing."

The brothers grinned at each other, pleased with their new looks.

Jay shrugged playfully, "Told you we’d look good! Now we can enjoy ourselves without looking like we’re about to sign a contract, right?"

"Exactly," Esme agreed, as dhe hurriedly turned around. "Let’s go before I change my mind!" She motioned for them to follow her.

As they arrived at the movie theater, Esme pulled the car into the parking lot and turned off the engine. The Aron brothers sat in silence, their faces showing a mix of curiosity and confusion. They all turned to her, eyebrows raised.

"A movie theater? Really?" they asked, their voices in unison, disbelief laced in their words.

Esme met their eyes and smirked, her expression playful but firm. "Yes, really," she replied with a teasing lilt, stepping out of the car.

Ryan immediately moved to help Ray out, guiding him with care as he settled him into the wheelchair. The brothers moved with practiced ease, their silent coordination an unspoken bond between them. As they walked toward the theater, they drew the eyes of everyone around. People paused in their tracks, staring openly, whispering. Ray, in his wheelchair, and the Aron brothers, with their striking features and composed demeanor, were captivating. But it was Esme, pushing Ray with her quiet elegance, who seemed to draw the most attention.

Her beauty wasn’t flashy—it was the kind that caught you off guard, subtle yet undeniable. Together, they looked like they had stepped out of a different world, a realm where perfection wasn’t just possible but effortless.

Inside, the warmth of the theater lobby welcomed them, and Esme led the group toward the cafeteria. After settling the brothers at a nearby table, she stood beside Ray, her eyes scanning their faces.

"Alright, what snacks do you all want?" she asked, her voice light, but her eyes warm, as if she was already anticipating their quirky answers.

Jay, with his usual energy, raised his hand before anyone else could respond, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Camel Popcorn!" he exclaimed, like a child unable to contain his enthusiasm.

Esme’s lips curled into a fond smile, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "This guy is always so eager," she said, shaking her head with a chuckle.

She turned to Ryan next, who met her gaze with his usual calm. His tone was steady, almost indifferent. "I’ll take salted popcorn."

Esme nodded, her gaze drifting toward Kay and Ray, who sat quietly, their postures relaxed. "And you two?"

"We’re fine with anything," they said in unison, their voices laid-back but content.

"Alright then," Esme said, already knowing their tastes well enough not to press further. "Now, what about drinks?"

Jay, ever the energetic one, shot his hand up again, grinning as if he had just thought of the best idea in the world. "Green tea!"

Esme froze, her smile faltering for just a moment. As she looked at Jay, his face seemed to blur, and suddenly, it wasn’t Jay she was seeing.