Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 129

Aria's POV

Aiden tore open the wrapper and popped the candy into his mouth.

He turned to look at me sitting beside him. "Not sweet enough. Bit sour."

"Oh?" I was caught off guard. "But it's clearly very sweet."

He didn't respond, instead fixing his gaze on the wine glass in my hand. "Not drinking?"

Following his line of sight, I realized I had only taken a small sip—the glass was still mostly full. His expression clearly conveyed the message: "If you don't drink it, I will."

I glanced at the two empty bottles beside him and quickly shook my head. "I am drinking." Without hesitation, I raised the glass and drained all the wine in one gulp.

After finishing, I couldn't help but let out a small hiccup. The rich aroma confirmed this was premium wine—such a waste to drink it so carelessly.

I turned the empty glass upside down. "All gone. Not a drop left."

Aiden looked away, swallowed the last bit of candy, then closed his eyes and leaned back against the wine rack in silence.

I sighed, convinced that something had deeply affected him today. Otherwise, why would such a proud man retreat here to drink alone? Aiden thrived in the business world—what could have wounded him so deeply?

A broken heart? Unlikely—I hadn't heard of any romantic developments in his life.

Betrayal by friends? That didn't seem right either; his friends all appeared trustworthy.

If it wasn't friendship or love, then perhaps it was family...

My thoughts drifted to recent events, when Thomas Carter had threatened me to divorce Aiden or he would strip Aiden of his CEO position. Thomas wouldn't actually do that, would he? Even the most vindictive father wouldn't destroy his own son's career, surely?

After pondering for a while, I still couldn't figure out what had put Aiden in this state. But then again, I knew almost nothing about this husband of mine on paper.

Turning my attention back to the man beside me, I wondered if he had fallen asleep. Even unconscious, Aiden was strikingly handsome.

I knew it was inappropriate to be attracted to him in his vulnerable state, but I couldn't help myself—he was truly beautiful.

"Mr. Carter?" I called softly.

No response. He must be asleep.

I turned to face him completely, hugging my knees and resting my chin on my hands, openly studying his features—his eyebrows, eyes, nose, those thin lips...

As I gazed at him, a bold impulse surged through me.

Before my brain could catch up with my impulse, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

The contact was electric—his lips were even softer than I remembered from the last time I had kissed him.

My heart raced, but instead of pulling back, I deepened the kiss.

My hand moved to his shirt, fingers working at the top button.

Oh, stop!

What was I doing?

I was actually trying to seduce him while he was asleep.

And when he was vulnerable, no less.

I thought I should show him more respect.

Even though he was my husband.

I pulled away, my cheeks burning not with embarrassment but with desire.

As I tried to stand up, a strong hand suddenly gripped my wrist. Aiden opened his eyes, staring at me with dark intensity.

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