Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Arwen stared down at the sketch in her book, and a faint sparkle lit her eyes. "I don't draw usually," she said, and Mia's gaze darted back to the picture on the paper.

"Then Ma'am given how well you have drawn him; you seem to have a talent in art. It's like you don't need to practice a lot to make it come perfect," Mia replied, but that's not what Arwen meant to say.

But she wasn't disappointed at all. After all, she hasn't told anyone about this before. Glancing up, she nodded. "Yes, you can call it a rare talent because I can't draw at all."

"You can't draw?" Mia didn't understand. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

And seeing her confused, Arwen didn't mind explaining it to her. "Yes, a rare talent," she said, immediately adding, "Because this talent comes rarely in me." She then glanced down at Aiden's image she had drawn. "I can't draw people always. I can only do it when I am missing them and they aren't around."

Mia wouldn't have believed it if it had been someone else talking about it. It was so unbelievable.

Like if an artist can draw once, with every stroke of such perfection, how can he or she not draw it again? How can a talent come and go as per the situation?

It was difficult to make sense, but since it was Arwen saying, she believed it.

"So, Ma'am, you mean …"

Arwen smiled and nodded, before closing the book. "He has gone on a business trip and will be back soon but not very soon." Her tone came laced with longingness that was easy to feel.

"You seem to be missing Sir a lot then?" Mia suddenly asked, and Arwen glanced up, a bit hesitant to accept.

But then sighing, she shook her head and said, "See, this rare talent of mine is also a big traitor. Now I can't even lie that I don't, can I?"

Mia shook her head. "You can't; given you already explained why it's rare."

"See, I told you," Arwen said before laughing out herself.

Meanwhile, back at Quinn Mansion …

After Ryan left, Catrin stood there, staring in the direction of the door. At this moment, the butler approached her.

"Madam!"

"You have handled it well?" she asked without beating around the bush, and the butler nodded in response.

"I have done it accordingly, just the way you have asked," he said, but there was a doubt flickering in his gaze as he also looked up towards the door through which Ryan had left earlier. "But Madam, are you sure about it?"

Catrin's fingers curled as her words came through gritted teeth. "I have no other choice. Arwen didn't leave me any. And since she pushed me to the corner, she shouldn't come and make complaints."

"But Madam, what if —"

"What's so great about that old book? Wasn't it just a scrapbook in which she has recorded the absurd things that didn't make any sense?" Catrin snapped at the butler, glaring at him coldly. "If that book helped us turn the situation, I don't think there was a problem in using it as aid. Anyway, the boy she mentioned there is either some dirt or someone she made out of her imagination. In both situations, he is not worth mentioning. So, what if I used that identity to convince Ryan? At least, this way all those baseless imaginations of hers served some good purpose."

The more she said the more it felt like she was justifying herself —not to someone but to herself.

Maybe somewhere deep down, she knew what she did today was the wrong thing to do …

But even so, she felt that way, she didn't seem to regret it at all. Rather she looked more dishevelled, and anxious, scared that even after doing this all, things wouldn't turn up the way she wanted them to turn.

"Mr. Cole, have you truly explained to her to note the details well?" With the furrow between her brows, Catrin asked.

The butler's expression turned solemn. His brows furrowed as he said, "Madam, she isn't very professional. But as far as I have noted, she had given a good time in checking the details. Each and every pencil stroke is blended in a way that no one would know that it's been drawn recently until it's actually checked. It must be fine."

Although he said it like that, Catrin still didn't feel the ease. "If I wasn't so short in time, I would have actually looked for a professional artist," she said, sounding annoyed and frustrated.

The only thing she felt fortunate about was that she was prepared for it all. Since the last night when she saw Ryan doubting himself and the relationship he had with Arwen, she knew she had to do something to change his take on things.

She didn't know what he was thinking until he said it himself today, but luckily, she had calculated all the risks and kept things prepared. Or else, she didn't know how else she would have managed it.

"Madam," Mr. Cole interrupted her when he saw her lost in the thoughts. When Catrin glanced at him, he handed her back the picture he held in his hand.

Catrin gazed at the picture. It was the same picture of Ryan that was drawn in the brown book. Only heaven knew how difficult it was to come up with everything in such a short time, especially this picture.

"There is no use in keeping this photograph anymore," she said after thinking for a while. "It's already been used, so you can take it back to destroy it."

Mr. Carl waited for a second but eventually nodded. Turning, he was about to leave when Idris's voice halted him.

"What are you asking him to destroy Catrin?"

Both of them turned to look at the entrance, and Idris walked in, coming to stand in front of her.

Catrin hadn't expected him to come that right moment. So, when she heard him, she was stunned for a moment, finding it hard to get an answer. "I—"