Chapter 258

Chapter 258:

His gaze fell to his wrist as he found himself absently tracing the bracelet, a habitual gesture to soothe his racing heart.

The sudden chime of his phone pierced the quiet, announcing a message. Tess’ name illuminated the screen.

As his eyes swept over the text’s contents, his pupils constricted in shock.

“Mr. Green, you sought answers about that car accident, didn’t you? I’m ready to share them now. I held back before because I didn’t want our friendship to be anchored solely in the past. Nor did I wish you to think I was using it to curry favor. What I want is genuine friendship with you. You were in a Maybach that day, dressed in a white shirt and jeans, covered in blood. Suspecting spinal trauma, I administered emergency first aid. These are all the details I can recall with certainty. Do you believe me now?”

Moonlight caressed Aiden’s sharp features as he narrowed his eyes, an aura of untouchable elegance emanating from his restrained demeanor. In one fluid motion, he rose and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze drawn to the luminous full moon suspended in the night sky.

“Interesting,” he murmured.

Turning away from the ethereal view, he retrieved his phone and composed his response to Tess.

“Dr. Newman, please accept my apologies if my persistence has caused you any discomfort. If you’re amenable, I’d like to extend another dinner invitation—both to properly express my gratitude and offer a sincere apology.”

After sending the message, Tess paced her room. Would Aiden believe it? Bart’s assurances echoed in her thoughts—everything aligned perfectly with the past narrative. As long as Aiden’s memories matched, there should be no room for doubt.

Yet the waiting proved excruciating. Each moment stretched into infinity, and the temptation to call him clawed at her resolve.

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No. Her rational mind prevailed. Making that call now, with her nerves dancing on a knife’s edge, would only betray her anxiety and lead to costly missteps.

Ding!

The notification jolted her from her spiral of thoughts.

With trembling anticipation, Tess lunged for her phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs as Aiden’s name appeared on the screen, and as she absorbed his response, relief flooded through her body, painting her features with triumph.

“He believed it! He actually believed it!” Exhilaration coursed through her veins, her eyes gleaming with possibility. This solidified her position as his savior, and surely such a connection would only deepen their relationship?

A smile of victory bloomed across her lips. The title of Aiden’s wife seemed tantalizingly within reach, almost close enough to grasp.

Drawn to the full-length mirror, Tess studied her reflection with calculating appreciation. A confident woman gazed back at her. While she might not command immediate attention when entering a room, her appeal was like a slow-burning flame—subtle at first, but increasingly magnetic over time.

Combined with curves that stood out refreshingly in her professional field, she considered herself quite the catch. Satisfied with her assessment, she retrieved her phone and fired off a concise message to Bart.

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