Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 300

Aria’s POV

I stepped out of the hospital room, a question already forming on my lips, turning to Aiden with curiosity etched across my face. "What prompted your sudden visit?"

Aiden looked at me, a subtle, charming smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "If I didn't show up, I'd be failing as a proper son-in-law, wouldn't I?"

I felt a warm flush creep up my cheeks. "Dad knows how incredibly busy you are."

"Never too busy for this," he corrected softly, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm, familiar, a comforting anchor against mine. "Besides, it's Saturday. I'm supposed to be off work anyway."

I glanced up at him, suddenly remembering the lingering issue. "Did you manage to find out anything about who's been calling my dad? I checked his call history earlier, when I had his phone, but everything had been wiped clean."

Aiden’s expression grew serious, his gaze dropping to meet mine. "Not yet. Whoever it is, they're clever—using virtual numbers every time they call."

Virtual numbers. Practically untraceable. Great, I thought, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

"So what happens if they keep calling him?" I bit my lip, my voice betraying my growing unease. "Are we just supposed to sit around and wait for something bad to happen?"

"Don't worry too much, Aria," Aiden said, his voice calm, radiating a quiet reassurance that always settled my nerves. "If they keep calling your father, it means they want something from him. And if they want something, they won't hurt him—at least not yet. We'll figure this out."

I nodded slowly, trying to absorb his steady confidence. "So we're just waiting for them to make a mistake?"

Aiden squeezed my hand gently, his touch a physical reminder of his unwavering support. "Yes. And don't worry. I'll handle it."

I trusted Aiden, implicitly. My biggest fear was my father suffering another stress-induced episode. But once the test results came back and they could schedule the stent placement next week, the immediate risks would diminish significantly.

I decided to let it go for now as we approached the parking lot entrance. "Did you drive yourself?"

I’d driven my own car, and if he had his, we'd need to drive separately back home.

"No, my driver dropped me off," he replied.

"Oh, good." A small sense of relief.

Once we found my car in the lot, I handed Aiden the keys without hesitation.

"Shall we eat at home?" he asked, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners.

I looked up, meeting his smiling gaze, and felt a familiar warmth rising to my cheeks again. "No, I found a charming restaurant for lunch."

"Perfect."

Aiden started the car, the engine purring to life, and drove us out of the parking lot. As we left the hospital grounds, he glanced over at me, his tone deceptively casual. "What time did you finally wake up this morning, Mrs. Carter?"

I answered without thinking, still floating on a cloud of contentment. "Around eight-thirty..."

"Sleep well?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly, a suggestive huskiness now present.

The moment the words left his mouth, I realized exactly what he was really asking. My ears instantly burned a furious red, vivid memories of last night flooding back—his hands on my skin, his lips against mine, the way we'd moved together in perfect, intoxicating rhythm.

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