Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 62

Aria's POV

It's been a whole week since that night in the pool, and I've barely seen Aiden.

Each night, I go to bed alone in my room, wondering if tonight might be the night he shows up—or at least says something.

But every morning, nothing's changed. Just silence, and the distant sound of a door closing somewhere down the hall.

The man is practically a phantom when he's busy—appearing just long enough to remind me he exists before vanishing again into whatever corporate vortex consumes him.

Now I understand how Carter Industries has thrived under his leadership. The man simply never stops working.

My father called a week after I moved in, asking a few obligatory questions about my wellbeing before tactfully reducing communication.

I appreciated the space he was giving me, though I sometimes missed our regular check-ins.

Liam, on the other hand, refuses to take the hint. He's cycled through at least four different phone numbers, sending me what I can only describe as midnight poetry attempts that make me cringe so hard I nearly pull a muscle.

"I know the painful things will eventually pass, and the us we once were will no longer be us," read one particularly painful message that arrived at 2 AM.

Looking at these messages with clear eyes, I finally had to admit the truth to myself: I had been completely blind in my younger days. What had I ever seen in him?

When I sent screenshots to Lillian, her response was immediate—a voice message of her laughing so hard she actually snorted.

"If I remember correctly," she texted afterward, "you once praised his writing skills."

I sent back a rabbit emoji waving its paws dismissively. "Don't remind me. Young and foolish."

"HAHAHA, I'm dying here," Lillian replied. "What about this gem: 'If suffering has an end, I'm willing to wait until I'm ready, until the day when lights shine bright again.' Oh my god, help me! Is Liam going through delayed puberty? How did you even read this with a straight face?"

"I didn't," I admitted. "I couldn't get through it."

She continued mercilessly: "'I'll become your shadow, as you race toward light and future, while I guard our twelve years of friendship, knowing you'll never look back.' Seriously, doesn't he feel embarrassed writing this stuff? I'm embarrassed FOR him."

"Who knows," I replied weakly, too drained to continue the conversation.

I immediately activated my phone's unknown number blocking feature. As I was about to set it down, an unfamiliar yet somehow recognizable number flashed across my screen.

I hesitated for two seconds before answering. "Mr. Lucas?"

"Yes, Mrs. Carter. Good afternoon. Mr. Carter asked me to inform you that there's a family dinner tonight. He suggests you get ready, and he'll pick you up after his meeting."

"I understand. Thank you."

"No need for thanks, Mrs. Carter. I'll hang up now."

"Alright."

The moment the call ended, I leapt up and rushed to the closet.

Finally! My role as the Mrs. Carter was being activated!I needed to look perfect tonight—beautiful but appropriate.

I selected a white three-quarter sleeve dress with an A-line silhouette.

It was from a luxury designer's summer collection, with a fake belt design at the waist embroidered with camellia flowers that accentuated my small waistline perfectly.

The hemline fell just above my ankles, with gold thread embroidery along the edges.

The dress had two layers beneath the outer one, and when I moved, the gold thread and the second layer created an illusion of blooming golden roses.

The round neckline highlighted my long neck, and I paired it with a diamond pendant necklace from the jewelry box. The diamond wasn't overly large—maybe about 30 points—but its delicate size actually emphasized the lines of my neck and collarbone.

I completed the look with a vintage pink lambskin Dior handbag. The overall effect was elegant, beautiful, and ladylike.

I slipped into a pair of pink strappy heels to finish off the ensemble perfectly.

It took me a full two and a half hours to get ready.

When I finally came downstairs, I ran into Lucy, who was just about to finish her shift.

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