Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 236

Aria's POV

I snatched Aiden's phone with fumbling hands, nearly dropping it in my rush.

"I wasn't done! What's wrong with taking a few more pictures? So stingy!"

I complained, but remembering what he'd said about Aria being tired, I decided not to chase after them.

Opening the gallery, I discovered that jerk had only taken two photos—and completely missed capturing the kiss I tried to plant on Aria's cheek! Ugh!

Aiden Carter, that absolute dog of a man!

I was genuinely fuming when I spotted Lillian and Nanna nearby. Lillian and I had met a few times before, and she definitely knew about my fangirl obsession with Aria.

"Claire? Why do you look so upset?" Lillian asked, clearly concerned by my expression.

"That jerk Aiden just made me so mad! I asked him to take pictures of me with my precious Aria, but he only took two shots! He completely missed capturing me kissing her and then lied about taking it!"

Lillian couldn't hold back her laughter. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

"Go ahead and laugh! Aiden is truly a dog of a man! So petty and possessive! I honestly don't know what my precious Aria sees in him!"

My anger faded as quickly as it had flared up. After venting for a bit, I felt better. I glanced between Lillian and the other woman. "And who's this?"

"I'm Aria's assistant," she introduced herself.

"Oh my god! Then you must have tons of pictures of Aria, right?" I leaned forward eagerly, eyes widening with hope.

Lillian watched me with amusement, probably thinking thank god I was a woman—if I'd been a man acting this way, I'd definitely come across as a stalker.

Meanwhile, Aria was still processing being kissed by a woman for the first time in her life. As Aiden led her away, she hadn't fully registered what had happened.

Back in our hotel room, I noticed Aiden hadn't spoken a word the entire way up.

Wait, is he angry? What could possibly have upset him now?

While I was still puzzling this out, he emerged from the bathroom with a warm towel.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Let me clean your face."

Instinctively, I touched my cheek. "Is there something on my face?"

"Mmm." He spread the warm towel across his palm while his other hand gently cradled the back of my head. "Close your eyes."

I obediently shut my eyes. Seconds later, I felt the comforting warmth of the towel press against my skin.

His movements were gentle as he wiped my face before pulling away. "Done."

I glanced at the towel, feeling slightly embarrassed. "What was on my face?"

"Dirt."

"What kind of dirt?"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify