Aaron entered the drawing room of the Hartz mansion, where the Hartz couple was present to welcome him.
"Welcome to the Hartz residence, Aiden," Grace’s mother said, smiling at him pleasantly.
Aaron simply hummed in response, and then Colin Hartz stepped forward to shake hands with him. The two men greeted each other, Aaron’s demeanor remaining cold and composed.
"Have a seat, Aiden," Colin said, as the two men settled on the sofa.
As her parents sat next to each other, Grace quickly sat beside Aaron, seizing the chance to finally be close to him. She couldn’t even remember being this near to him before—not enough to know what kind of perfume he used.
But then, she heard him.
"Would you shift a little away?"
Huh? Grace looked at him in confusion, only to hear him again.
"I like to have space around me to be comfortable. Otherwise, I feel suffocated."
Grace gritted her teeth but kept her calm at her mother’s signal and moved a little away from him.
"More," Aaron said.
"I’m your wife, in case you’re forgetting," she finally snapped. "We got married just yesterday."
"Not even twenty-four hours yet. So, we’re strangers," he said resolutely. "I take time to get comfortable with strangers."
Grace frowned and moved to the far corner of the sofa, glaring at him.
Colin Hartz was not pleased to see this, but his wife gestured for him to stay quiet.
"Aiden, we’ve prepared a nice dinner for you," Grace’s mother said. "I hope you like it. It’s your first time here, but treat it as your own home."
Aaron simply hummed in response.
"I’ll go check on the arrangements. In the meantime, you can talk with Colin," she added, then turned to Grace. "You can come with me as well."
Grace went with her mother, leaving the two men alone to talk about business.
As they walked away, Grace said angrily, "Mom, did you see how he treats me? This is our home—can you imagine how he treats me in his home, in front of his family?"
"I saw," her mother said. "But don’t worry. I have a solution. Starting tomorrow morning, he won’t be the same."
"What do you mean, Mom?"
The corners of her lips curved as she told her daughter, "It’s time you consummate your marriage with him."
Grace understood, and a light blush covered her face as she asked, "But how? He won’t agree. Yesterday, on our wedding night, he spent time with that bitch."
"That bitch isn’t here to distract him."
"Here? Will he even agree to stay here?" Grace asked.
"He will," her mother replied. "Just trust your mother and prepare yourself well for tonight. I’ve placed a nice dress in your room. You can use it."
Grace hugged her mother. "Thank you, Mom. Tomorrow, I’ll make that bitch cry the same way she made me cry this morning."
Not having that bitch Natalie around feels really good. I can have him all to myself, Grace thought.
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