Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 234 Don’t Question My Capabilities

Chapter 234: Don’t Question My Capabilities

(Aurora’s POV)

Too late.

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He flipped me over, pulled me against him, and said in a tone of complete exhaustion, “I’m tired. You do the work.”

My face went so hot I thought I might combust.

“I literally cannot move my legs.”

He laughed – low and quiet – and bit my collarbone.

“Useless,” he said, and took over anyway.

The rest of the honeymoon proceeded along similar lines. The itinerary had listed four days of activities. Spa treatments. A mountain village day trip. A sunset dinner reservation.

I saw none of it.

I spent three days barely leaving the room, doing a daily inventory of my remaining energy each morning and concluding that the answer was very little. On the fourth morning, Phineas asked if I wanted to go back to the slopes.

I shook my head so hard the pillow shifted.

“Home,” I said. “I want to go home.”

He looked at me for a moment, and I could see him working very hard to keep his expression

appropriate.

“No one warned me,” I told him, “that a honeymoon was a physical endurance test.”

“You could have said no.”

“When have you ever accepted no?”

He didn’t answer that, which was answer enough.

We flew home.

I took ten days total before going back to the lab. Walking through the doors of Everett Bio-Tech on my first day back felt strangely normal, which I was grateful for. I hadn’t announced anything. I brought a box of handmade chocolates for the colleagues I was closest to – dark chocolate truffles, salted caramel, a few with raspberry filling – and left it on the break room table without

ceremony.

Later that morning, someone mentioned the wedding.

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“Did you see the photos? Someone posted a shot of the bride from behind. The hair color looked familiar.” My colleague glanced at me with a grin.

My stomach tightened.

“Chestnut brown is a really common shade,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Easy to maintain, goes with everything, very practical.”

“True,” she said, laughing. “The new Mrs. Everett is probably some old-money socialite anyway. No offense.”

“None taken,” I said, and smiled.

I meant it. I genuinely, wholeheartedly hoped no one connected that photograph to me.

“Okay but seriously, why haven’t you posted a single photo? Not one. On your wedding day.”

Sylvia was leaning against the break room counter with her coffee mug, eyeing me with the kind of focused suspicion usually reserved for lab anomalies.

“Open your camera roll,” someone else said. “Right now. Let’s see.”

I laughed, which bought me about two seconds.

“Most of the good shots are on my husband’s phone,” I said. “His niece had it all night, she took hundreds of photos, and we haven’t sorted through them yet.”

“That’s extremely convenient.”

“It’s extremely true.”

–

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the Alps photos – the ones from the honeymoon. Snow, slopes, the resort at dusk. A few of me in that absurd pink padded jacket, looking exactly like a

marshmallow.

I held it out.

That seemed to satisfy

exhaled quietly.

1. The interrogation shifted into commentary about the scenery, and I

By the time I escaped to get changed into my lab coat, I felt like I’d run a trial without controls. No variables accounted for, no clean data, just noise.

“Aurora.”

Harrison was at his office door, gesturing for me to come in.

I changed direction.

He was already sitting when I entered, and he pushed a thick folder across the desk before I’d fully

sat down.

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“Congratulations on the wedding, first of all,” he said, smiling. “Now. There’s a confidential project launching next month. I want you on it.”

I opened the folder.

The scope was larger than I expected. Much larger. I flipped through the first few pages and felt the familiar pull of a genuinely difficult problem.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Your independent research capacity is strong,” Harrison said. “And you’re relatively new, so you don’t have existing ties to any of the internal factions. That matters for something this sensitive.”

It was a reasonable answer. Textbook, even.

I had a quiet suspicion that something else was driving it – that Harrison had somehow connected me to Phineas, and was extending a professional courtesy he thought I’d appreciate. But the project itself was real, and the challenge was real, and I wasn’t going to turn it down because of how I’d gotten the offer.

“I’ll take it,” I said.

What I didn’t anticipate was the confidentiality clause. The data couldn’t be processed on

company systems. That meant I was bringing my laptop home every night, setting up in the study,

and working until the numbers stopped making sense.

The study light was on past midnight most nights that week.

On the fifth night, Phineas knocked at ten.

“Come to bed,” he said.

“Midnight,” I said, without looking up.

He stood in the doorway for

moment, then left without arguing.

I thought that was the end of it.

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