Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 116

Aria's POV

After Thomas stormed out, a weird tension hung over the entire mansion. Even Lucy was smart enough to hide in the kitchen instead of asking about lunch plans.

I looked at Aiden, noticing the tight set of his jaw. Part of me wanted to tell him that despite everything, Thomas was still his uncle, his blood.

Did they really need to push things this far? But I stopped myself. This was his family matter, not mine to meddle in.

When he caught me staring, he asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Instead of voicing my curiosity, I gave him a gentle smile. "If you want to tell me, you will."

He seemed to appreciate my restraint, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

I glanced at him sitting silently on the sofa, staring into nothing. "Aren't you busy today?" I asked, testing the waters.

"I'm not busy," he admitted.

That's when I noticed him rubbing his temples in small circles. Poor guy.Family conflict have clearly left him under immense pressure..

"Headache?" I asked softly.

Aiden looked up at me. "Yes."

"Want me to massage it for you?" I offered, partly because I genuinely wanted to help and partly because I needed something to do besides sit in this awkward silence.

"Thank you," he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.

I moved behind the sofa and began gently kneading his temples. The tension in the room eased a bit, and I breathed a small sigh of relief as I felt his muscles start to relax beneath my fingertips.

We both sat in comfortable silence for a while, my fingers working against his temples. Suddenly, a voice called out, making both of us jump slightly.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

Claire Bennett was peeking her head into the living room. When she spotted us on the sofa—me massaging Aiden's temples like we were some lovey-dovey couple—her expression shifted subtly.

I immediately pulled my hands back, feeling incredibly awkward about her sudden appearance. What was Aiden's ex-fiancée doing here?

Aiden's eyes went ice cold at the interruption. "What brings you here, Miss Bennett?"

"You're not also here to ask me to divorce my husband, are you?" I blurted out.

Honestly, after Thomas, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole world was forming a line outside to tell me I wasn't good enough for the mighty Aiden Carter.

When I said "husband," Aiden glanced up at me over his shoulder.

It wasn't the first time I'd called him that for our little performance, but something about his gaze made my cheeks flush hot. Why was I blushing like an idiot? He was actually my husband in the real sense now.

Claire quickly shook her head. "No, no, you misunderstand, Miss Jones."

"It's Mrs. Carter," Aiden corrected her, irritation clear in his voice.

Claire's brow furrowed slightly, but she adjusted. "Mrs. Carter, I wanted to invite you to my birthday celebration this weekend."

I stared at her suspiciously. "Invite me there to humiliate me?"

I mean, isn't that how these things always play out? Rich girl invites the new wife to a party just to tear her down in front of everyone? I've seen enough movies to know how this goes.

Aiden clearly shared my suspicion. "Miss Bennett, with all your friends, I don't see why you'd need to specifically invite my wife. Besides, she's quite busy lately."

"Yes, extremely busy," I agreed, despite having absolutely nothing on my schedule besides moping around this enormous house.

Claire realized our misunderstanding and rushed to explain. "It's not like that at all! You saved my life, Mrs. Carter. I'm eternally grateful to you. I want nothing more than to have my rescuer beside me when I cut my birthday cake!"

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