Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 235

Chapter 200: The Wrong Name

(Aurora’s POV)

The interior went dim.

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He didn’t say anything. He just turned toward me, dipped his head, and pressed his face into the curve of my neck. His breath was warm. His hands were cool, fingers threading through my hair, brushing it back

from my shoulder.

“Phineas.” My voice came out smaller than I intended.

He didn’t answer. His mouth moved slowly along my neck, unhurried, deliberate, and I felt the faint graze

of his teeth.

My fingers curled against the seat.

He worked his way up slowly, and I could feel my own breathing shifting, becoming uneven, and I couldn’t seem to do anything about it. By the time his hand curved under my chin and tilted my face up, I wasn’t

putting up any kind of resistance at all.

He kissed me hard.

The wedding was in two days. Two days, and then whatever this strange suspended state was would be

over, and I thought – briefly, recklessly – that I was tired of being passive about it.

I kissed him back.

He went very still for exactly one second.

Then he pulled me closer and kissed me in a way that made it absolutely clear who was in charge, and I

couldn’t have pulled back even if I’d wanted to.

His hand settled at my waist, fingers pressing in, and he drew back just enough to speak against the

corner of my mouth.

“Do you want to?” His voice was low and deliberate, the question unhurried.

Then he answered it himself.

“Not yet.” He pressed his forehead briefly to mine. “When I have you properly, it’ll be in our bed. On our wedding night. I’m going to do this right.”

There was no apology in his tone. Just certainty.

I pushed against his chest, suddenly very aware of how thoroughly I’d just given myself away.

“Stop looking so pleased with yourself,” I said.

He caught my hand before I could put more distance between us. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

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“You are.” His thumb moved across my knuckles. “It’s fine. That day is coming. Half a month, at most.”

I remembered, suddenly, the thing he’d told me before. The doctor’s report. The condition.

“You’re not supposed to be able to do any of this,” I said. “You told me you had a health condition.”

He went quiet for a beat.

Then he laughed, low and quiet, almost to himself.

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“I can’t have children,” he said. “That’s the condition. Not the other thing.” He paused. “You keep confusing

the two.”

I stared at him.

“Half a month,” he said again, and his expression was entirely composed, “until I demonstrate the

difference personally.”

My face went so hot I turned toward the window and refused to look at him for the rest of the drive.

(Author’s POV)

Back in the private room, the bachelor party had lost whatever momentum it had going for it.

Jasper sat at the center of it, glassy–eyed, a glass being pressed into his hand every few minutes by someone who thought the solution to a quiet groom was more whiskey. He didn’t argue. He drank. The room got louder around him, and he got quieter inside it.

Someone floated the idea of calling Sienna to come pick him up.

The suggestion landed and sat there, and nobody laughed.

Everyone in the room knew Sienna. They’d known her for years – known her family, known what that name meant in this city. The Rathbones. Old money, deep connections, the kind of family that opened doors you didn’t even know existed. When Jasper had first gotten involved with her, there’d been a certain admiration in the way people talked about it. Sienna Rathbone. Of course. Who wouldn’t?

But sitting here now, none of them would have traded places with him.

Someone thought of Aurora. It wasn’t a conscious decision – the thought just arrived, the way certain memories do when you’ve been drinking. She’d been at gatherings like this before, quieter than Sienna,

less polished, but she’d always known when to refill a glass and when to leave a room alone. She never

made anyone feel like an inconvenience.

Nobody said it out loud. But someone picked up the phone and called Sienna.

She arrived twenty minutes later.

She stepped through the door, took one look at the room – the empty bottles, the loosened ties, the general atmosphere of men who had been drinking since early evening and her expression arranged itself into something sharp.

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“Honestly,” she said, not lowering her voice for anyone’s benefit. “You’re all adults. Do you have any idea what this looks like?” Her gaze swept the room. “And two days before the wedding. Wonderful.” She looked at Jasper. “I hope you’re proud of yourselves.”

One of the men started to say something.

“After we’re married,” she said, cutting him off, “this doesn’t happen again. I won’t be coming to collect him

a second time.”

She took Jasper’s arm and steered him toward the door.

The room was quiet after she left.

One of the men picked up his glass, looked at it, and set it back down.

“Aurora never did that,” he said, to no one in particular.

Nobody responded.

But nobody disagreed, either.

Sienna’s driver helped Jasper into the car. He slumped against the headrest, cheeks flushed, eyes barely

tracking. Sienna sat beside him, angled slightly away, her expression flat.

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