Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 168

Aria's POV

My mind was filled with Lillian's words "that woman is obviously trying to steal your man," so much so that I didn't even notice the car had stopped when we got home.

Aiden called my name twice with no response, so he leaned over to help me unbuckle my seatbelt.

His familiar woody scent suddenly came close, and only then did I snap back to reality.

Looking at Aiden helping me with my seatbelt, Lillian's words echoed in my mind again. For some reason, I suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

"What are you thinking about so seriously?"

Lost in thought, I heard him ask, and instinctively blurted out: "Thinking about stealing a man."

Oh , what did I just say?

Realizing my slip of the tongue, I froze completely. Should I just push open the car door, run upstairs, lock the door and play dead?

But before I could implement this escape plan, there was suddenly a "click" in the car - the sound of locks engaging.

Great, Aiden had locked the car doors.

After locking the doors, he turned to me: "Mrs. Carter, don't you think you should explain what you just said?"

I looked into those deep eyes of his, my hands trembling with guilt: "Let me explain, Aiden."

He leisurely loosened his shirt collar, looking at me with a half-smile: "Good, I'm all ears."

My cheeks burned as I quietly protested: "It's not making excuses."

"Mm, go ahead."

Aiden leaned slightly to one side, looking like he was listening intently.

I felt guilty under his stare, thinking about how to begin.

After a while, I finally said: "Actually, it's like this - my friend has fallen for a man who is currently single. But for certain reasons, my friend can't confess to him right now."

"What reasons?"

I immediately got stuck: "Well, they're colleagues now, and my friend is afraid that if the confession fails, it'll be awkward for everyone."

"So she just won't confess?"

"..."

I took a deep breath: "That's not the point!"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you. Please continue."

"The point is that now another woman has appeared, and she seems interested in that man too. She's even deliberately provoked my friend in front of her, doing things that made my friend unhappy. Just now my friend asked me if that woman was trying to steal her man."

At this point, I felt extremely guilty: "So I was just thinking whether what that woman did was trying to steal him from her."

"That's what happened, absolutely not what you're thinking!"

After I finished speaking, I looked at Aiden with an innocent expression, though my burning ear tips had probably already betrayed me.

Aiden stared at me, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as if restraining some impulse: "What did that woman do?"

I didn't expect him to be so gossipy! The dignified president of Carter Group, how could he care about such details!

My heart pounded: "She, she called that man by his nickname in front of her."

"And that woman and my friend's male colleague seem to be childhood friends."

At this point, I suddenly became curious about Aiden's opinion: "Do you think that counts as stealing a man?"

"Yes."

I nervously clenched my hands: "Then, what do you think my friend should do?"

I looked at him, feeling like my heartbeat had never been so intense.

"Is your friend sure that male colleague doesn't like her?"

I felt too guilty to meet Aiden's eyes, only daring to stare at his collar: "She's not sure either. If she knew he didn't like her, she wouldn't be struggling!"

If I knew Aiden didn't like me, I would of course lock away my heart. Though I always told myself he was just infatuated with my body, initially I hoped to separate physical intimacy from true love, but I could clearly feel myself falling.

"What does your friend think of how that male colleague treats her?"

Looking at Aiden's serious expression as he helped analyze, I felt even more guilty: "Pretty well, sometimes when she's bullied, that male colleague even speaks up for her."

"I see—"

Aiden looked at me, seeming to think seriously: "I suggest your friend could boldly confess."

"Really?"

If I boldly confessed, Aiden wouldn't kick me out of this villa, would he?

"Mm."

Aiden looked down at me: "Since that man hasn't shown dislike for your friend, and even occasionally helps her, even if he has no romantic feelings, he definitely doesn't dislike your friend."

"Since he doesn't dislike her, the success rate of confession is at least fifty percent. Even if unsuccessful, he'll know your friend's feelings first, so she won't be beaten by a third party."

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