Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 43

Aria's POV

I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful piano.

My fingers continued gliding over the keys, playing through my favorite pieces one after another. Time seemed to disappear until I finally remembered I should thank Aiden.

Pulling out my phone, I called him, my heart racing with excitement.

"Hello?" His deep voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

"Aiden, I... I found your gift. It's incredible. I don't know what to say."

"You like it?" I could hear the satisfaction in his tone.

"Like it? I love it! But how did you know? How did you know this exact model was the one I wanted?"

There was a brief pause on the other end. "I have my ways."

"Seriously, Aiden. This specific Steinway—I looked at it last year. How could you possibly know that?"

Instead of answering, he smoothly changed the subject. "Have you started moving your things yet?"

"Moving my—" I stopped, suddenly remembering. "Oh my God, that's today! I completely forgot I was supposed to officially move in today."

His low chuckle made my stomach flutter. "Should I send someone to help? Lucas could arrange—"

"No, no," I cut in quickly. "I've already packed everything. It's just a few suitcases, really."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'll grab a cab and be there before dinner."

After hanging up, I reluctantly left the piano room and called a taxi. The entire ride to my father's house, I couldn't stop thinking about Aiden's gift.

It wasn't just the extravagance that touched me—it was the thoughtfulness behind it. He'd somehow discovered something deeply personal about me, something I hadn't even told him.

When I arrived home, I went straight upstairs to where my suitcases were neatly stacked in my bedroom.

I'd packed methodically over the past few days, sorting through years of accumulated possessions, deciding what to take and what to leave behind.

It felt strangely final, even though I knew I could come back anytime.

Dad was waiting for me in the living room when I came downstairs. I could see the mixed emotions on his face—pride, worry, and a touch of sadness.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" he asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"I think so." I glanced around the house that had been my home for my entire life. "It feels weird, doesn't it?"

He nodded, pulling me into a tight hug. "The house is going to be too quiet without you."

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