Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 52

Aria's POV

The doorbell's chime interrupted my thoughts about apology gifts. With a sigh, I went to answer it, pulling the door open to find an elegantly dressed woman standing on our doorstep.

"Hello? Can I help you?" I asked, momentarily confused.

The woman before me exuded wealth and sophistication in her custom Chanel suit, the black fabric adorned with delicate white camellias that accentuated her poised elegance.

"Ms. Jones, hello. I'm Eleanor Smith," she introduced herself with a voice as polished as her appearance, extending a manicured hand.

I shook her hand hesitantly, still not understanding who she was or why she was here. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Smith."

"Mrs. Carter, actually. I kept my married name."

"Oh! Mrs. Carter, of course," I corrected myself quickly.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied me, and for a moment, I felt like an object under inspection—one that had already disappointed.

After a moment of awkward silence, she clarified with obvious impatience, "I'm Aiden's aunt."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, the pieces falling into place. "You're the aunt who's been trying to control his life since his parents died!"

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, blinking innocently. "I'm so sorry! Sometimes my brain-to-mouth filter malfunctions. What brings you here today, Mrs. Smith?"

Her face tightened, clearly not appreciating my slip of the tongue. "Is Aiden home?"

"No, he's not."

I paused before adding sweetly, "I thought maybe you came to see me, not Aiden."

Mrs. Smith's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you deliberately being disrespectful?"

"Not at all!" I protested, hand flying back to cover my mouth in mock horror. "You really shouldn't assume the worst in people, Mrs. Smith!"

Her face flushed with anger, the color creeping up her neck. "I am still Aiden's aunt—his only living relative from his father's side. As his wife, shouldn't you at least invite me in rather than having this conversation on the doorstep?"

"But you said you were looking for Aiden, and he's not home," I pointed out innocently. "I assumed you'd want to leave since the person you came to see isn't here."

I'd intentionally distorted his logic, and though Mrs. Smith clearly saw through it, she couldn't argue back directly. She let out a sharp breath.

"Enough games. I came to speak with you specifically. Step aside!"

With that command, she brushed past me into the house.

I rolled my eyes behind her back and followed her inside, watching as she settled herself on the sofa like she owned the place..

Mrs. Smith glanced around critically before snapping her fingers at Lucy, who had just appeared from the kitchen.

"Bring me some tea," she ordered without so much as a please or thank you.

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