Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 309

Aria's POV

"Mr. Duncan," I replied, surprised to see him here of all places. "My car just... died on me."

"This rain is brutal. Come wait in my car—my secretary can handle this." His eyes took in my drenched appearance with a hint of concern.

"That's really not necessary," I protested. "The tow truck should be here any minute—" A sudden sneeze interrupted me, completely undermining my argument. I sniffled, mortified, and lowered my voice. "Really, I'm fine."

Owen raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I bite?"

"No, of course not."

"Then why do you always look terrified when you see me?"

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "I don't!"

The truth was I just didn't feel we knew each other well enough for this kind of favor, but I couldn't say that out loud.

"Get in my car and let my secretary handle this," he insisted. "Unless you think a young woman should stand alone in a storm?"

"I just—"

"You'll catch pneumonia at this rate."

The cold was seeping deeper now, and I finally relented. I'd helped him once at the hospital—we could call this even.

Once in his Maybach, Owen instructed his secretary to wait for the tow truck. "Where can I drop you?" he asked.

When I gave him my address, he looked surprised. "What a coincidence."

"You live there too?" I asked, blinking.

"Not regularly. I visit on weekends sometimes."

"Oh." I didn't pry further.

He handed me a soft towel. "Here."

"Thanks." I dabbed at my face, suddenly aware of how bedraggled I must look.

Owen studied me for a moment before instructing his driver to turn up the heat.

"You don't need to—I'm not cold, really..."

"Your pants and shoes are soaked through."

I glanced down at my once-white sneakers, now thoroughly drenched. He was right.

As we pulled up to my villa, I thanked him profusely.

"Add me on I*******m," he suggested, unlocking his phone. "My secretary might need to contact you about your car."

"Oh! Right, sorry."

"Change into dry clothes and have something warm to drink. Don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, really."

He made a small sound of dismissal. "If you feel that indebted, you can buy me dinner sometime."

I considered it for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough. I genuinely appreciate your help today."

When I heard the front door open, Lucy immediately rose from the sofa and hurried to the entryway.

"Mrs. Carter, I've prepared hot cocoa for you," she said, eyeing my dripping wet hair with concern.

"Thank you, Lucy. I'll take a shower first," I replied, grateful for her thoughtfulness.

"Hurry up before you catch cold," she urged.

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