Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 215: Better Parking

(Aurora’s POV)

“Hm.” She filed that away. Then she turned to look at me directly, and I recognized that expression. It

meant she was about to ask something I wasn’t going to enjoy answering.

“Okay,” she said, dropping her voice as if the walls had ears. “You’ve been married – what, almost a month

now? And everyone outside still thinks Phineas has some kind of health issue. But then they all keep

watching your waistline, which is contradictory.” She raised an eyebrow. “So which is it? What’s actually

going on?”

My ears went hot. “Nothing is going on.”

“Aurora.”

“We haven’t-” I picked up my lemon water and took a long sip. “It hasn’t happened yet.”

Olivia stared at me. “You’ve been living together for a month.”

“I know.”

“How far have you actually gotten?”

I set the glass down and looked at the ceiling. “We’ve kissed.”

The silence that followed was very loud.

“Aurora,” Olivia said finally, with the tone of someone delivering a gentle but honest eulogy, “I love you. But that is genuinely unfortunate.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m just saying-”

The front door opened.

Olivia went rigid. I turned around to find Phineas in the entryway, jacket over one arm, looking at us both with mild curiosity.

“What’s unfortunate?” he asked.

Olivia looked at me with pure panic in her eyes.

“The heels,” I said immediately. “For the wedding. Nearly three inches. Olivia’s worried I’ll fall.”

Phineas looked at me for one moment, and I held his gaze with everything I had.

“Just hold onto me,” he said. A small smile. “You’ll be fine.” He glanced between us. “I’ll let you two finish.”

He disappeared down the hall.

Olivia collapsed against the wall and pressed a hand to her chest. “I nearly had a cardiac event.”

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“You nearly got us both killed,” I said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She held up both hands. “Next time I have gossip, we go outside. Agreed?”

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I pressed my fingers against my still–warm cheeks and nodded. Then I remembered. “Aren’t you supposed

to have that blind date this week?”

Olivia’s expression soured immediately. “It’s not a date. It’s a structured interview I didn’t apply for.”

“Just go,” I said. “You can’t know anything about a person until you’re actually sitting across from them.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she exhaled.

“I guess that’s all I can do,” she said quietly.

(Author’s POV)

Olivia had been sitting at the corner table for fifty–three minutes.

She knew the exact number because she’d checked her phone every four minutes since the hour mark

passed. The restaurant was warm and softly lit, the kind of place that cost too much and expected you to

feel grateful about it. She did not feel grateful. She felt stood up.

She pressed call.

‘Grandpa, I’ve been here for almost an hour,” she said the moment he picked up. “The man isn’t here. Can I

leave?”

‘Olivia.” Her grandfather’s voice was patient in the way of someone who had been patient with her for decades. “Did he give you any explanation?”

She exhaled through her nose. “He texted. Said two clients got into a physical altercation in the courtroom

and he had to go to the police station to sort it out. Apparently sending me an apology was the first thing

he did when he walked out the door.”

“Well, that sounds like a reasonable-”

“It’s not about whether it’s reasonable,” she said. “It’s about the fact that if you have a commitment, you

plan around it. He’s a lawyer. Scheduling is literally his job. If he can’t manage his own time, what does that say about everything else?”

“It says he handles emergencies when they arise,” Grandpa Redmond said. “Which is what good lawyers

1. do. Olivia-”

The restaurant door opened.

She looked up.

Gavin Sterling walked in, still in his court suit, slightly disheveled at the collar, scanning the room until his eyes landed on her. He was tall. She’d expected that from the photos her grandfather had shown her, but photos didn’t quite capture the way he moved – like someone who was used to walking into difficult rooms

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and not flinching.

“He just walked in,” she said flatly. “I’ll call you later.”

She hung up and arranged her face into something polite.

Gavin reached the table and pulled out the chair across from her. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “Genuinely. That was a disaster of a situation and you had every right to leave.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Her voice was perfectly pleasant. “Lawyer’s hours, I understand completely.”

He looked at her like he wasn’t entirely sure he believed her, which was fair, because she didn’t believe

herself either.

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“Can I at least make it up to you with dinner?” He picked up the menu. “The chef here does a tasting

dessert that changes every season. It’s nearly impossible to get – I had to call ahead specifically. If you’re

going to sit through an awkward blind date, you might as well have something worth eating.”

“That’s very thoughtful,” Olivia said. “But I actually grabbed something outside while I was waiting. And I have a friend thing later, so-” She smiled and stood up, gathering her bag. “Another time, maybe.”

She watched something shift in his expression – not offense, exactly. More like the quiet recognition of a

door being firmly closed.

“Next weekend?” he said. “We could try again. Somewhere with better parking.”

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