Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 91: Will You Be Mrs. Everett?

(Aurora’s POV)

He carried me back inside and set me down on the sofa with the same calm efficiency he brought to everything. The fireplace threw orange light across the room.

He crouched down in front of me, bringing himself level with my eyes.

He looked at me for a long time without speaking.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough, barely above a murmur.

“When the divorce judgment comes through,” he said, “will you come with me to the registry office?”

I blinked. The warmth from the wine seemed to recede all at once.

I sat up straighter. “What did you just say?”

He didn’t repeat it. He just looked at me, steady and unblinking, with an expression I had never seen on him before – not cold, not calculated. Just certain.

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“I have never asked anyone this,” he said. “I won’t ask anyone else after you.” A pause. “I want you. I need a wife. I want that person to be you.” His grey eyes held mine without flinching. “Will you be my Mrs. Everett?”

I stared at him.

“Registry office,” I repeated slowly. “You want us to go to the registry office.”

“When the judgment comes through, yes.”

“To get married.”

“That’s generally what one does at a registry office.”

I searched his face for some sign that this was a joke, or that the champagne had gotten to him, or that I had somehow misheard. His expression was perfectly calm. He meant every

word.

“Phineas. I think I might still be a little drunk.”

“You’re not.”

“I could be.”

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“Aurora.” He said my name like he was closing a door on that line of argument. “You heard me correctly.”

I pressed my fingers against my temple. “Okay. Walk me through the logic here, because I’m genuinely missing something. You said you don’t want to just marry anyone. And then in the same breath you said you like how I cook. How do those two things lead to a marriage proposal?”

Something shifted at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile, but close.

“I’ve been thirty-three for four months,” he said. “My mother has made it very clear that if I don’t come home for the holidays with a wife, I shouldn’t bother coming home at all.” He paused. “I don’t want to marry a stranger. I don’t want to sit across a dinner table from someone I feel nothing for and call it a life.” He looked at me steadily. “I like being around you. I like the way you are in this apartment. I like the way you think. So I’m asking if you want

to try.”

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

“That is still not a logical sequence of events.”

“It makes sense to me.”

I pushed myself off the sofa and stood. I needed distance. He was too close, and the warmth from the champagne was still sitting in my chest, and I was not thinking clearly enough for this conversation.

I took two steps back and turned to face him properly.

“We’re not a good match,” I said.

He didn’t move. “Why not?”

“Because I’ve been divorced. I have a daughter I barely get to see. I have a past that follows me everywhere I go.” I kept my voice level. “You’ve never been married. You’ve never been tied to anyone. You’re the most eligible man in this city, and I mean that literally – I’ve seen the magazine lists.” I met his eyes. “It’s not fair to you. That’s all I’m saying.”

His expression shifted. The almost-smile was gone.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Sell yourself short like that.” His voice was quiet but firm. “Don’t stand in my living room and tell me what I deserve. I know what I want. The question is whether you know what you

~ Chapter 91 Will You Be Mrs Evejett?

want.”

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