The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 708 - 727: Don’t Mess with Me (9)

It was Aurora Cooper.

He directly answered the phone and called out, "Mom."

Aurora was momentarily stunned, "Is Mia with you?"

"Yes." Koa Jackson’s voice was deep, "She doesn’t have classes until tomorrow afternoon, I’ll take her directly to school."

Aurora: "..."

After a moment, she nodded and said, "Alright then."

She didn’t speak further to Mia and hung up the phone, placing the cell phone on the table.

Water sounds came from the bathroom.

She and Aiden Jiang returned very late, and upon arriving home and having showered, she thought of calling Mia.

Now she felt it was completely unnecessary.

Aurora wrapped in a bathrobe, blow-dried her hair, and dabbed some perfume behind her ears and on her wrists.

She was still a little nervous.

She paced the room back and forth a few steps, calmed herself, and went to bed.

Aiden soon emerged.

The scene that met his eyes was this.

Aurora was wrapped in a bathrobe leaning against the headboard, holding a magazine and browsing through it. As she saw him come out, her gaze fell on him.

Words unspoken, yet so much to say.

Aiden’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, he lifted the quilt and got onto the bed.

He directly reached out and embraced Aurora, his hand slipping inside her bathrobe.

Breath caught.

He had always felt Aurora was like a cup of tea, gentle and elegant.

But now, the more he interacted with her, the more he realized, while Aurora during the day was indeed like a cup of tea, at night she was like fine wine.

A type that is smooth and lingering in its aftertaste.

Sipping it makes one feel warm, and when finished, the fragrance lingers long in the mouth, contemplating for a while.

A good woman is truly like this.

It’s a pity he lived half his life before meeting someone like Aurora.

Sometimes he felt regret, but sometimes he felt this timing was just right, advancing twenty years earlier, perhaps their progress wouldn’t be as smooth.

Time really is a wonderful thing.

Aiden’s voice was hoarse as he softly called, "Aurora."

"Hmm." Aurora responded softly to him.

Yet he felt he hadn’t said it enough, again calling "Aurora," tossing the bathrobe out from under the covers.

Aurora made no sound now, turning around to tightly embrace him.

Although they were middle-aged, her skin was still smooth and firm, warm to the touch.

Aiden had already felt it, yet still found himself stirred inexplicably.

The woman in his arms was really like a treasure.

The warm yellow bedside lamp enveloped them both, Aiden didn’t turn off the light,

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Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Koa Jackson again embraced Mia Ginger, kneading her a while.

Mia was practically on the verge of tears.

She was both angry and annoyed, wanting to sleep but couldn’t, wanting to push him away, but felt reluctant.

Just feeling there was no taste more unbearable in the world.

How did this person have so many tricks?

Finally, when Koa Jackson finally surrendered, she pulled his wrist to look at the time, wanting to cry but having no tears.

It was already past four.