Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 199

Aria's POV

The happiness in Aiden's eyes made my heart flutter. Those deep blue eyes of his sparkled like they'd captured every star in the night sky.

I couldn't stop staring at him, completely mesmerized. Then he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, his breath warm against my skin.

"And I super duper like Mrs. Carter too," he whispered, mimicking my earlier confession.

The morning sunlight streamed through our bedroom windows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. God, he looked like some kind of movie star with those intense eyes catching the light.

My face burned hot with embarrassment at his teasing, and I buried my face against his chest. "Thank you," I mumbled against his shirt.

It would have been a perfectly romantic moment if my stomach hadn't chosen that exact second to growl loudly in protest. The sound practically echoed between us.

"Oh my god," I groaned, pulling away from him. My cheeks flamed even hotter. "I'm starving, apparently."

"Yeah, I heard," Aiden chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I practically bolted toward the kitchen, not even looking back. Could I be any more awkward?

When I reached the dining room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Aiden had prepared a complete breakfast spread—pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee—and in the center sat a beautiful birthday cake with delicate frosting roses.

"You made all this?" I whispered, fighting back tears.

"Happy birthday," he said simply, watching me with that soft expression that made my knees weak.

After demolishing breakfast (seriously, I hadn't realized how hungry I was), I ran upstairs to grab my phone. The flowers outside were too beautiful not to capture.

I hurried to the balcony first, snapping several photos of the garden below, then made my way downstairs and outside to get different angles. The morning sun wasn't too harsh yet, but it cast this perfect golden light on the hundreds of red roses Aiden had arranged to be planted for my birthday.

Aiden followed me patiently as I took photo after photo, never complaining as I switched positions and angles repeatedly.

After thirty minutes of photography, I selected nine perfect shots and posted them to my I*******m: "27 years old today. Surrounded by so much love and so many roses. #blessed #birthdaygirl"

I glanced over at Aiden. "Just posted to I*******m."

"I noticed," he smiled, already pulling out his own phone.

Almost immediately, I got my first like—from Aiden, of course—followed by his comment: "Happy 27th, Mrs. Carter. Looking forward to celebrating many more."

The notifications started pouring in:

Lillian: "Not gonna lie, Aiden totally nailed this birthday gift! #husbandgoals"

Claire: "Happy birthday to my gorgeous bestie! Love you!"

Summer: "Omg I'm so jealous right now!"

Julian: "Happy birthday, Aria. Hope it's a great one."

I tried responding to comments at first, but they started coming in too fast. By the time I put my phone down, I had over two hundred likes.

I twirled my phone in my hand, suddenly hesitant. "Would it be okay if I posted on T*****r too?"

Aiden looked confused. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, feeling silly. "Seems a bit show-offy?"

Aiden considered this for a moment. "Could I post something too?"

"Of course!" I nodded enthusiastically.

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