Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 117

Aria's POV

Aiden didn't throw away the invitation after all. He didn't stop me from attending Claire's birthday party, but with one condition—he'd accompany me that evening.

I had zero objections to this arrangement. Claire's attitude toward me was... concerning, to say the least.

Sigh. The burden of being too attractive, I guess.

As for Claire? She was so worried I might not show up that she actually sent a delivery guy to remind me about her party—at the crack of dawn!

I opened the door, listened to the delivery guy's message, and just stood there speechless.

Seriously? Who does that?

I'd barely closed the door when I spotted Aiden walking out, briefcase in hand, already dressed impeccably for work. God, those legs in those tailored pants...

"Who was that?" he asked.

I quickly snapped my gaze back up to his face. "Just a delivery guy."

Aiden's dark eyes studied me. "Delivering what?"

"...Claire sent him to remind me not to forget her birthday party tonight."

"..."

Yeah, I know. Ridiculous, right?

I was relieved to see Aiden looked just as annoyed as I felt.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I'll come home early this afternoon."

"Mmhmm."

I nodded, pulling the door open again. His driver was already waiting outside with the car. I hovered by the doorway, expecting him to leave.

Instead, Aiden looked down at me with an unreadable expression. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Say what exactly?

"...Have a nice day at work?" I offered lamely.

The corners of his lips curved up slightly, his eyes softening. "Call me if you need anything."

"Oh, right. Sure thing."

What could I possibly need while lounging around this massive house like a jobless bum?

Well, actually—something did come up!

After waking from my afternoon nap, I suddenly remembered that Claire had personally delivered her birthday invitation. I couldn't just show up empty-handed, could I?

But I'd completely forgotten about getting a gift since I'd left the whole birthday party thing in Aiden's hands. And honestly, would Mr. CEO Even-My-Socks-Are-Designer remember something as trivial as buying a birthday present?

It was already too late to go shopping myself. After considering several options, I decided my best bet was to ask Aiden for help.

Hey, why not use the perks of having a husband with an ultra-competent secretary?

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

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Aiden's POV

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