Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 237: Let Me Get That for You

(Aurora’s POV)

I looked through the peephole. Phineas, jacket still on, hands in his pockets, entirely at ease.

I didn’t move.

The bell rang again.

And again.

I opened the door.

He came in, and before I could say a single word, he reached back and locked the door behind him.

Then he pulled me into his arms.

“I never told Harrison anything,” he said, his chin resting on top of my head. “He figured it out on his

own. I promise.”

“That’s not the point.”

“I know.” He didn’t sound particularly sorry. “Are you still angry?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He rubbed a slow circle between my shoulder blades. “Come to my room tonight.”

I pulled back. “I have work to do.”

“Aurora-”

“The project is behind schedule.” I walked to the desk, sat down, and opened the data file. “Three days behind, actually, which is directly your fault.”

I heard him exhale – short, quiet, somewhere between a laugh and resignation.

Then I heard him cross the room.

I had about one second of warning before he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn’t a soft kiss. It wasn’t a persuasive, let-me-change-your-mind kiss. It was certain and unhurried and it pulled the ground out from under me before I’d even registered what was happening. He lifted me out of the chair and settled me sideways across his lap and I told myself to stop this, to push back, to say something – and then his hand slid to the hem of my shirt and I stopped thinking in complete sentences.

The doorbell rang.

I surfaced like someone breaking through ice.

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Outside, a voice: “Aurora? You in there?”

Sylvia.

Phineas didn’t move. He kissed the corner of my jaw instead.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“She’ll leave,” he murmured.

“She’ll call me.” I twisted toward the nightstand. “My phone-”

He reached past me, plucked the phone off the nightstand, and handed it to me without releasing his hold. I muted it with one hand while trying to push him back with the other, which

accomplished essentially nothing.

The footsteps outside paused. Then Sylvia’s voice again, quieter: “Maybe she went down early.”

The footsteps faded.

I shoved him back properly this time.

He let me.

I was breathing harder than I wanted to admit. My hair had come loose on one side, and when I looked at him, he had the expression of someone who was deeply, privately pleased with himself.

“You need to have some self-control,” I said.

He touched his own mouth, thoughtful. “I really don’t think I’ve had enough yet. You’re very-”

I pinched his arm.

“-kissable,” he finished, completely unbothered.

“I’m going downstairs.” I stood up and reached for my hair tie.

“Wait.” He nodded toward the mirror.

I looked.

My hair was a disaster. My lips were visibly swollen. My eyes had that unfocused, slightly dazed quality that I recognized and immediately wished I didn’t..

I turned back to glare at him.

He was already standing, adjusting his cufflinks, the picture of composure. “I’ll go down first,” he said. “Give it five minutes. Less suspicious.”

“This is your

fault.”

“Probably.” He picked up his keycard from the desk. “Fix your hair. You look like you’ve been

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thoroughly-”

“Get out.”

He smiled – genuinely, fully, the rare kind – and let himself out.

I stood in front of the mirror and told my reflection to get it together.

The reflection did not look convinced.

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The team-building retreat had no mandatory group activities, which was a relief. Half the company had brought their families along, so everyone scattered into their own orbits. Sylvia and I fell in with a few other colleagues who’d come solo, and we spent the afternoon wandering through a

small market town about a mile from the resort.

The streets were lined with boutique gift shops and craft studios. I found a few things I liked – a small ceramic dish, a hand-stamped leather bookmark, a candle that smelled like cedar and something I couldn’t name. I carried them to the register feeling genuinely pleased with myself.

The cashier smiled at me, then said, “Actually, everything’s on the house today.”

I blinked. “Is there a promotion running?”

She looked slightly embarrassed. “Not exactly. Our manager noticed you come in and wanted to know if you’d be open to following our Instagram.”

Behind me, Sylvia made a sound that was definitely not a cough.

I glanced back. She and two other colleagues were staring at the ceiling, the floor, and a display of scented soaps – anywhere but at me.

“I appreciate it,” I said, turning back to the cashier, “but I’m married. Please just ring everything up

at full price.”

She sighed like I’d delivered genuinely bad news, then processed the transaction without further

comment.

Outside, the moment the door swung shut behind us, Sylvia lost it.

“If you were single,” she said, barely holding herself together, “we could have all shopped for free.”

“Missed opportunity,” someone else agreed solemnly.

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