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Aria's POV I stared at my laptop screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as my professor’s voice droned on about molecular structures. Biochemistry—ugh, not my favorite subject. But I had to endure it. At least it was a distraction from the awkward silent atmosphere lingering in the room.I heard a soft knock on the door before Jameson wheeled in. I glanced up at him out of instinct but I didn’t greet him, and he didn’t greet me either, but I could feel his gaze on me. He had a habit of disappearing without a word, and after what happened a few days ago, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to entertain him. My palm had healed enough that I didn’t need the bandage anymore, though I still felt a faint sting when I moved my hand too fast. It wasn’t serious, but still, I had rather not push it.Out of nowhere, he spoke. “You need to change your clothes.” I blinked and turned my head toward him. “Excuse me?” I raised a brow. He had seen me in this when we had breakfast together.“Daniel

Aria's POVIt had been a few days since we arrived back in Australia, and everything had returned to a predictable routine. My classes kept me occupied, and per Jameson’s suggestion, I had started taking cooking lessons with the chef. The days passed in a cycle—studying, cooking, and occasionally calling Mia to check up on her. Our call frequency had gone back to normal, yet something still didn’t feel right.Jameson had disappeared.He left shortly after we arrived, and I had no idea where he went. No texts, no calls—nothing. At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. He wasn’t obligated to check in with me, and I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to reach out first. But the more time passed, the harder it became to ignore the urge to check up on him. I had even considered using our workout sessions as an excuse to call, but I quickly dismissed the idea. He would probably see right through me and assume I was desperate to hear from him.Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already

Aria's POV On our way home inside the car, the sky had started to dim, caught somewhere between late afternoon and early evening. The silence between us was thick, heavier than I could handle, but no matter how much I wanted to say something, the words wouldn’t come out. I kept sneaking glances at Jameson, trying to read his face, searching for any sign that he had noticed me deny him.It wasn’t intentional. I hadn’t meant to make it seem like I was ashamed of him. I just… I didn’t want Nicholas to judge me. And in that moment, I hadn’t even thought about how he would feel. But now, with the weight of it pressing on my chest, I felt awful.I was thankful for how Anastasia had tried to lighten the mood by dragging us through the different clothe collections. She had done her best to make things less awkward, and for a while, it worked. I even picked out two long gowns together with the lingerie I had initially chosen. She was ‘my love’ saved on Jameson's phone.When we arrived home

Aria's POV“I don't need someone poking around my head. I've got a lot on my table to think about already just end this idea,” Jameson said, his sharp gaze sizing me up before he turned away. His words carried more meaning than just rejecting my suggestion.I clenched my fists. “You can't move away while I'm still talking to you.”He ignored me and wheeled forward, making my irritation spike.“I said, stop!” My voice rose, my patience thinning. I quickened my pace, cutting him off. When I stood before him, I finally saw the subtle frustration on his face. He was upset, but he was trying to hide it under his usual coldness.“Stop this, Aria. I'm not in the mood for this, and getting me upset won’t end well for us,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.“Can't you see that I'm trying to help you here?” My voice softened, but my frustration remained.“And I do not need it!” His voice rose slightly, his eyes flashing with unspoken emotions. “How on earth am I supposed to trust a total s

Aria’s POVThe scent of freshly cooked meals filled the kitchen as I placed the last dish on the counter. Cooking with my mother-in-law had been surprisingly pleasant—lighthearted conversations and laughter making the time pass easily. It was a rare moment of peace, considering how the day had started.She made me feel at ease, and I felt the aura of a motherly vibe from her. Let's say vice-versa because our connection was instant.I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel, glancing at the clock. I had completely lost track of time, missing my class again. I sighed inwardly, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I couldn't just leave the kitchen when I was in the middle of cooking and a conversation with J’s mum. Hopefully, Jameson won't notice this.With the help of the maids, we carried the dishes to the dining table. The heater was on, making the room comfortably warm, so I took off Jameson’s hoodie and placed it on the back of my chair. His mother had ensured the meal included