Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 260

Aria's POV

Aiden finished reading the comment in such a monotone voice, completely void of emotion, but I felt heat creeping up my neck and ears anyway. I quickly snatched my phone back from his hand before he could read any more comments.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep," I said hurriedly, wanting to end this conversation.

Even though we'd had such an intense night yesterday, I was still feeling off. My stomach was upset and I'd been dealing with some lingering discomfort all day. The truth was, I genuinely felt exhausted—I had been sick after all.

Aiden studied my face, his eyes softening. "Fine. But tomorrow we need to get up early to meet with the lawyer."

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, of course." Turning away from him, I placed my phone on the nightstand.

Jesus Christ! What was with Aiden's habit of reading comments out loud? Where did that even come from?

I lay down obediently, closing my eyes in an exaggerated "I'm sleeping now" pose. Aiden must have noticed my less-than-stellar condition because he just chuckled softly and didn't tease me further.

I slept soundly and woke up at the same time as Aiden the next morning. He always wakes up at 6:30 AM—the man's self-discipline is honestly intimidating. We've shared a bed for nearly a month now, but this was the first time I'd actually woken up with him.

When he saw me stirring, Aiden gently stroked my cheek. "It's still early. Want to sleep a bit longer?"

We'd gone to bed before ten last night, so eight and a half hours was actually plenty of sleep. I shook my head. "No, I'm up."

The September sunrise was just beginning. After washing up, I stood on the balcony watching the dawn break over the horizon, feeling unexpectedly content.

The morning air carried a chill, and after a few minutes, goosebumps spread across my arms. I retreated back to the bedroom to grab a light sweater before heading downstairs to take a walk through the garden.

Nancy was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. After strolling around the grounds, I wandered toward the pool where Aiden was swimming laps with focused determination. I unconsciously pinched the soft flesh of my arm, noticing how my muscle tone had deteriorated over the past six months from lack of exercise.

Maybe I should join him for morning swims?

Just as the thought crossed my mind, Aiden finished his thirty-minute workout—part of his Monday-Wednesday-Friday-Saturday routine.

Seeing him climb out of the pool, I instinctively stepped toward him.

Aiden moved sideways, creating distance between us. "I'm cold and wet," he warned.

I stopped awkwardly, waiting until he'd wrapped himself in a robe before approaching him.

We walked back into the house together where Nancy greeted us with, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Breakfast is ready."

"I need to shower first," Aiden said, then turned to me. "Go ahead and eat."

My appetite hadn't been great yesterday—I'd barely touched dinner—and now my stomach was growling. "I'll start without you then?"

"Go on." He smiled, watching me head toward the dining room before heading upstairs.

After finishing breakfast, I finally checked my phone and noticed several missed calls from an unknown number. Confused, I opened Lillian's text messages and suddenly understood who had been calling.

It was the company we'd filed the complaint against.

Hmm. I thought they were going to keep denying everything to the bitter end.

Lillian had sent me seven or eight messages around eleven last night, explaining that the company had contacted her, willing to pay the compensation we'd demanded. They were practically begging us to drop the matter.

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