The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory Chapter 887 - 913: Legendary Life (7)

He’s almost old.

Only now does he have her.

Aiden Jiang thought as he walked, and soon, he was holding Aurora Cooper outside a standalone villa.

The night was tranquil, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Aurora lifted her gaze and saw a row of bright black fences embedded in a solid stone wall. Elegant, beautiful roses climbed out from within, enveloping the entire wall in floral scents.

She realized that this was the new ho Aiden Jiang had purchased.

She couldn’t help but smile.

Aiden Jiang entered the courtyard gate, holding her while they walked, passing a fountain and a lawn, finally stopping at the house entrance.

"Open the door," he whispered softly into her ear.

Aurora looked at him in puzzlent.

Aiden whispered a string of numbers in her ear, making her blush once again.

They both entered the house.

The room slowly descended into silence.

Aurora’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, "Aiden."

"I’m here."

"I love you," she said softly. "I think you’re right, I also wish ti could start over."

As her words fell, she entangled herself with him again.

——

The next day, morning.

Aurora opened her eyes and felt a headache.

Their marriage certificate was actually not that long ago; every ti Aiden ca back, it felt like a new honeymoon after a brief separation.

But—

They had never been this wild.

Aurora turned slightly to observe Aiden Jiang’s face.

The man in deep sleep always appeared the least threatening, capable of touching the softest part of a woman’s heart.

Aurora’s lips curved into a smile, she raised her hand to grab a pillowcase and wrapped it around herself, heading to the walk-in closet.

Just as she had guessed, the closet had already been stocked with plenty of clothes. She chose a light blue embroidered shirt to wear, slipped on pants, and began tidying up the room.

The ti was nearing nine, recalling what Aiden said to the driver last night, she headed downstairs directly.

Her qipao had been torn by Aiden right at the entrance.

Blushing, Aurora picked up the clothes and started cleaning from the hall, eventually returning to the bedroom.

Aiden was no longer in the bedroom.

Aurora thought for a mont, then walked toward the study.

Aiden, dressed in a shirt and trousers, was seated at the desk, massaging his forehead while looking at the computer.