Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aria's POV"Fine," Aiden said with that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. "Show me your skills."I rushed to my room and grabbed my makeup bag, mentally cursing myself the entire way. Why had I offered to help cover up a hickey that I'd apparently given him? This was beyond mortifying.When I returned, Aiden had settled back into his chair, head tilted slightly to expose his neck. That little red mark seemed to taunt me—evidence of my drunken behavior I couldn't even remember."Let's get this over with," I muttered, squeezing concealer onto the back of my hand."Not excited about touching me again?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "You were quite enthusiastic about it last night."I nearly dropped the makeup. "Can you please stop bringing that up?""Why? Your face turns the most fascinating shade of red."I took a deep breath, willing my hands not to shake as I dabbed concealer over the mark. His skin was warm beneath my fingertips, and I could feel his pulse—steady an

Aiden's POVI was walking out of the conference room at Sega Tower when Lucas hurried toward me."Mr. Carter—" he started.I glanced at him, silently indicating for him to continue.His eyes suddenly fixed on the side of my neck, and he froze mid-sentence. It seemed like he'd spotted something unexpected.Interesting. He hadn't noticed the mark this morning."Mr. Grant?" I prompted when his silence stretched too long.My deep voice snapped him back to reality. "I'm sorry, sir. I got distracted."I gave him a pointed look. "What is it?""Mrs. Smith apparently went to see your wife."My eyes darkened instantly upon hearing this. "I see," I replied, looking at Lucas.Without another word, I headed straight for the elevator.Lucas assumed I was returning to my office and automatically pressed the button for the 28th floor.Before he could withdraw his hand, I canceled his selection and pressed for the parking garage instead.Lucas blinked in surprise. "Sir, aren't you going back to your o

Aria's POVI watched Aiden leave the dining room, wondering what was on his mind. Maybe his aunt's visit had put him in a bad mood. That could explain why he'd hardly touched his food.My thoughts scattered when Lucy returned to clear the table.Her eyes widened at the sight of all the barely-touched dishes—especially on Aiden's side of the table. The color drained from her face."Was... was something wrong with the food, Mrs. Carter?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.The poor woman looked absolutely terrified, and my heart sank.I suddenly remembered this morning when Lucy had nervously approached me in the kitchen."Mrs. Carter," she had asked tentatively, "do you happen to know what Mr. Carter prefers for dinner? I've worked here three months, but he's rarely home for meals..."Since Aiden hardly ever ate at home, she didn't know his preferences—and honestly, neither did I. But instead of admitting that awkward truth about our arrangement, I'd simply smiled and told her, "O

Aria's POVI slept like a baby that night. Maybe it was the cool breeze flowing through the window, or maybe it was pure exhaustion from all the emotional whiplash. Either way, I drifted into the strangest dream.In it, Aiden was transferring all his assets to my name. "What's mine is yours," Dream Aiden said with uncharacteristic warmth. "It's all our shared property anyway." Then I ordered someone to deliver ten million in cash to the villa. I was sitting on literal piles of money, counting bills and laughing maniacally.The shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake. I touched the corners of my mouth and realized I'd been actually smiling in my sleep. As the details of the dream came flooding back, I felt a chill run down my spine."Oh God," I muttered, horrified at my subconscious. Was I secretly plotting to rob Aiden blind? The thought was so disturbing I practically ran to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to wash away any lingering traces of that unsettling fantasy.A

Aria's POVWhen Lucas called, I felt Aiden's entire body tense beneath me. The spell was broken."This better be important," he growled into the phone.I slid awkwardly off his lap, adjusting my clothes with trembling fingers and trying to calm my racing heart. The windows of the Bentley had fogged slightly from our body heat, and I couldn't bring myself to look at Aiden directly.His conversation with Lucas was brief and clipped. "I'll be there in twenty," he finally said before hanging up."Emergency at the office," he explained, already straightening his tie and rebuttoning his jacket."I need to go.""Sure. Work's important," I mumbled, feeling oddly conflicted—part relief that we wouldn't have to immediately face what had just happened between us, part disappointment that he was leaving.The ghost of his touch still lingered on my skin, making it hard to think clearly.The drive back to his estate was silent and tense. I kept my eyes fixed on the scenery outside, my mind replaying