<b>Chapter </b><b>470 </b>
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Convinced he and Aria had been through thick and thin together, Rhett signed the contract without a second nce when he arrived. E followed suit, signing without even reading it.
Aria looked at them and raised an eyebrow. “You guys aren’t even going to read the contract?”
Rhett quipped, “If you wanted to sell me out, the contract wouldn’t mean a thing. Even if I were the president’s son, it wouldn’t do me any good.”
E’s cheeks flushed slightly. She said, “I trust Silvia, and besides, you’re a professor at Mandino University. <i>You </i>wouldn’t deceive us.<b>” </b>
When Pearl came to meet them, Rhett and E saw her face but showed no particr reaction. With warm smiles, they greeted her together, “Pearl, we’ll be overseeing your studies for the next year.”
Pearl smiled and nodded. “Miss Gilen, Mr. Sutton.”
Aria said, “E, as a full–time tutor, your sry will be higher. You’ll be responsible for lesson nning and curriculum design. <b>You </b>can choose to <b>rent </b><b>a </b>ce or live with us.”
E, not used to living in someone else’s home, replied, “I’d prefer to rent my own ce. I can cover the rent myself. You’re already offering me more than enough, so there’s really no need for anything extra.”
Aria said, “That was already arranged–your room and board are on me.”
Rhett piped up eagerly, “What about me? Does that include me too?”
Compared to E, he had it easy.
Aria nodded. “That includes you too<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Rhett piped up again, “Can I stay at your ce too?”
Aria gave him a frosty nce. “No guys allowed. Go find your own ce.”
Rhett grinned, ‘So, does that mean I can at least stay for dinner?‘
“Sure,” Aria replied.
Rhett grinned, clearly satisfied.
Since it was Friday and sses wouldn’t start until Monday, E headed out, while Rhett shamelessly invited himself to stay for dinner.
After work, Owen spotted Rhett and felt his eyebrow twitch. When Aria came over to his ce, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “I said Derek didn’t count, but you really went and brought home another young guy.”
Aria smirked, her tone light and teasing. “Getting jealous, are you?”
Owen snorted yfully, “Just a little. So, he’s the one tutoring Pearl<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Mm, he only teaches two subjects. The other female tutor will cover the rest.” Aria watched as he expertly chopped vegetables and said, “How about I hire a cook to make things easier for you?”
If his hands weren’t upied, Owen would have yfully flicked her forehead. “He won’t be around that much anyway. It’s just one more person. I <b>don’t </b>
mind.”
“If you’re still feeling guilty, would you like to <b>stay </b>over here tonight?”
Aria hadn’t visited in the past few days. After helping Pearl apply her ointment, she asked Pearl to do the same for her.
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Aria leaned closer, tilting her head up with a yful glint in her eyes. “Miss me?”
Sheughed unrestrainedly, unaware of how alluring she looked at that moment.
Owen leaned down and kissed her on the lips, then nodded. “Yes.”
Aria tweaked his cheek yfully. “You see me every day and still miss me?”
Owen admitted, Owen: “More than anything.”
Aria teased, “Did you get protection?”
Out of the blue, Owen choked on his own saliva, coughing until his face flushed red. Aria patted him on the back, looking utterly confused. “Was what I said really that shocking?” she asked.
Finally clearing his throat andposing himself, Owen exined, “That’s not what I meant. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you<b>.</b>”
“Ooh,” Aria pouted dramatically, “so I’m not hot enough for you, huh?”
After finding out they were together, Vanessa sent her a yful package of cheeky tips and teased, “Take full advantage of Owen while he’s still <b>young</b><b>. </b>Otherwise, you’ll miss out when he’s past his prime.”
Aria didn’t bother to watch what Vanessa sent her, but that night, Owen truly pleased her–she actually enjoyed his closeness.
She couldn’t help but feel a bit confused–why was he so eager to pamper me, yet showed zero interest when it came <b>to </b>getting intimate?
Was that saying about men losing their mojo after twenty–five actually true?
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