<b>Chapter </b><b>139 </b>
<b>Just </b>as he reached for the door handle, he paused and frowned. “Wait a second. This is my car. Why should I be the one to leave?”
<b>Not </b>wanting to deal with him any longer, Aria unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
Liam quickly followed her and grabbed her arm. “What if theye back? Let me take you home.”
They saw Aria save him. If they hold a grudge, they mighte after her.
Aria spun around, locked his shoulder with a swift move, and threw him over her shoulder, mming him onto the ground.
Liam hit the ground hard, a muffled groan escaping as pain shot through his back.
“Idiot!” Aria hissed.
For a moment, Liam felt like he was back a year ago, lying in a hospital bed and hearing Hannah’s sharp voice scolding someone.
He opened his eyes and saw Aria’s retreating figure.
<b>In </b>that instant, it dawned on him that Hannah’s voice and figure bore an uncanny resemnce to Aria’s.
He scrambled to his feet, watching as Aria gged down a taxi and left without looking back.
Several cars pulled over, their windows rolling down as people stopped to watch themotion.
Liam got up, brushed off the dust, and climbed back into the car.
Aria really had a fiery temper.
Who would treat someone they loved like that? Well, forget it. She saved him after all.
Aria had just stepped into the elevator when she noticed Owening back with groceries.
Owen’s expression shifted as soon as he saw the wound on her nose. “Ms. Saxon, you’re injured.”
The wound didn’t look like a simple scratch. It seemed more like…/
“It’s just a small injury,” Aria said, walking inside.
She didn’t say anything else, her brows slightly furrowed, her mood clearly off.
The elevator had a mirror, and Owen’s gaze lingered on her reflection. “Do you have <b>a </b>first aid kit at home?<b>” </b>
Aria nced up, her eyes meeting Owen’s in the mirror.
For a moment, their gazes locked through the ss, and time seemed to pause.
‘She looks familiar,‘ Owen thought. ‘He looks familiar<b>,</b>‘ Aria mused.
Owen’s lips curved into a faint smile as he broke the silence. “Have you had dinner yet?”
Aria shifted her gaze. “Not yet.”
Owen smiled. “Want to join me?”
She blinked<b>, </b>confused. “Huh?”
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Chapter <b>139 </b>
Owen exined, “I’ve been experimenting with cookingtely and need someone to taste test. I helped <b>you </b><b>with </b>the beauty cream, <b>so </b>how <b>about </b><b>you </b>help me with the food?”
Aria found <b>the </b>suggestion odd but couldn’t think of a reason to refuse. “Okay.”
Ding! The elevator arrived.
Owen lifted the groceries in his hand and said, “I’ll text you when dinner’s ready.”
“Need <b>a </b>hand?” Aria asked.
He smiled faintly. “No need. Take care of your wound first.”
Aria smiled. “Okay.”
Aria quickly disinfected the wound, applied a bandage, and opened herptop. She entered the license te number to start her search.
She found the mall’s underground parking lot footage, but it had been deleted.
With no other option, she opened her encrypted software and contacted Vanessa.
They avoided discussing sensitive matters on WhatsApp.
Next, she reached out to White Fox and sent him a file. His reply came instantly. [Boss<b>, </b>why are you sending me Solemnity Guild’s confidential documents?]
Aria: [Just report it as is.]
After sending the message, she logged out of the software.
An hourter, her phone buzzed.
Aria read the message, got up, and headed to the apartment across the hall.
The door was slightly open, so she walked in and saw Owen wearing an apron, carrying a bowl of soup.
With his tall frame, the pastel pink apron looked a bit out of ce but oddly charming.
Owen set the soup down, noticed her gaze, and chuckled. “My mom loves <i>pink</i>. She picked this out for me.”
Aria nodded. “Your mom has great taste.”
Three dishes and a soup wereid out, their presentation simple yet refined, rivaling the work of professional chefs from Navoron Restaurant.
Owen pulled out <b>a </b>chair for her. “Ms. Saxon, let’s eat.”
His sleeves were rolled up from cooking, fully exposing the bite mark on his forearm.
Aria’s gaze lingered on the mark, <i>her </i>expression shifting slightly.
Owen saw the change on her face and nced at his forearm. “Ms. Saxon<b>, </b>is there anything wrong with my bite mark<b>?</b><b>” </b>