Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 64

Aria's POV

I slumped against the car seat, mentally kicking myself. God, what was I thinking? My big mouth had gotten me into trouble again. Thomas looked like he was about to have a stroke right there at the dinner table.

I snuck a nervous glance at Aiden, fully expecting him to rip into me for causing a scene. Instead, his face was weirdly calm, not a trace of anger.

"Did they scare you?" he asked, voice low and steady.

"No," I shook my head, chewing my bottom lip anxiously. "Aren't you mad at me? I think I went too far... your uncle looked ready to explode."

To my complete shock, Aiden's lips curved into a smile—an actual smile—as he reached over and patted my head gently. "Well done."

"What?" I blinked rapidly, wondering if my ears were playing tricks on me.

Seeing my confused face, something in his dark eyes softened just a fraction. "Are you hungry? You barely ate."

I licked my lips nervously, suddenly aware of the hollow feeling in my stomach. "A little." Truth was, I'd been shoveling food in steadily until the drama erupted.

Aiden's eyes tracked the movement of my tongue across my lips. Something shifted in his expression—something hot and intense—as he reached out without warning. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip, the touch sending electricity shooting through my body.

"Food stain," he explained, his voice dropping an octave lower.

My face instantly burst into flames. "Th-thanks."

"Mmm," he hummed absently, rubbing his thumb against his forefinger where my lip gloss had transferred.

The air between us suddenly felt thick, charged with something dangerous. After an excruciatingly awkward moment, I touched his arm lightly. "Should we get something to eat before going home?"

"What would you like?" His Adam's apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed.

"Whatever you want."

"I'm asking what you want," he pressed, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Anything is fine. Really."

I could tell his mood wasn't great despite his calm exterior. Behind those controlled features, something was definitely brewing.

My mom always said when someone's feeling down, they should eat something they enjoy.

Aiden didn't argue further, just leaned forward and instructed his driver to take us to some private restaurant I'd never heard of.

Even there, I noticed he barely touched his food. Just pushed it around his plate like a moody teenager.

By the time we got back into the car, the dashboard clock already read 8:30 PM.

The silence between us stretched uncomfortably as we drove through the night, city lights blurring past the windows like neon ghosts. I stole glances at his profile, wondering what was going through his mind.

What kind of childhood did he have, growing up under the care of an aunt like Eleanor and an uncle like Thomas?

With both his parents gone, he must've longed for some semblance of family—for warmth, for belonging.

But instead, he was surrounded by coldness, judgment, and ulterior motives.

No wonder he seemed so guarded sometimes, so heartbreakingly alone even in a room full of people.

Back at the villa, I couldn't stop obsessing over how to comfort him. The second my bedroom door closed behind me, I grabbed my phone and messaged Lillian.

Me: Lillian! SOS!

Lillian: Here, sweetie~

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