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

"Where are we heading to, Madam?" Alfred asked, looking at Arwen through the rearview mirror.

Arwen glanced up at him and smiled. "We will be heading to Foster Mansion," she replied, and even though the mention of Foster Mansion made Alfred pause for a second, he didn't question.

Nodding to her politely, he started the car, driving in the said direction.

Arwen remained seated behind when she heard her phone ring. Seeing it was Margaret calling, she picked up the call immediately answering it. "Aunt Margaret, did you find it?"

Margaret paused —might be because she went straight to ask about the album, she had asked her to look into last time. But Arwen could control herself. Even though she hadn't called again to inquire about it, she had never forgotten about it. She just didn't want to sound desperate for it, but just now, she already gave herself away.

"I am sorry," she apologized, biting her tonged softly. "I didn't mean to rush you. It's just that —"

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"It's fine. I understand, Ms. Arwen," Margaret said, gently brushing off the awkwardness. "I actually called you to tell you about the album itself. I found it in the store room."

Arwen's eyes sparkled. "You found it?"

"Yes, it was on the shelf in the store room, but since there was a lot of stuff there, it took a while for us to find it," Margaret answered.

Arwen didn't know what was making her so happy. But she felt like she was about to find some answers she had been looking for a long time. "It's fine, as long as you were able to find it," she said.

"Yes," Margaret remarked before speaking again to ask. "I called to ask you that should I send the album to your place now, or will it be fine to send it tomorrow?"

Arwen wanted to have that picture album in her hand right at that moment itself, but knowing that it wasn't possible, she could only say, "It would be a trouble to send it today, so it's fine if you send it tomorrow. I will send you the address."

Margaret hummed before agreeing. "Okay then, I will send someone to deliver it to you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Aunt Margaret," Arwen said, before finally hanging up the call. And soon after she shared her address. Once that was done, she took a deep breath, wondering what exactly was she in search of.

She was looking into her past as if searching for someone. But who was she searching for? She didn't know, but somewhere she believed that if she found that one person —the missing piece of the puzzle, she would be able to solve it all.

"Maybe that photo album will be able to help me find out something or someone that will help me solve my confusion," she muttered to herself.

Hearing her say something, Alfred looked up and asked, "Madam, you are saying something?"

Arwen looked up, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. However, she soon realized what he was asking about and reciprocating to him, she shook her head. "Nothing, Alfred," she said before looking out of the window. "How long will it take more?"

"Madam, we are almost there. Probably twenty to thirty minutes more," he said, and Arwen nodded.

And soon after a while, they made it to the area. When Arwen looked out the window again, she found the familiar gate. The guard came to check, and seeing her sitting behind opened gates without further askance.

Swiftly, the car drove in, halting just right outside the entrance. Mr. James was already there standing for her welcome.

Arwen stepped out and he walked a step forward to cordially greet her. "Ms. Quinn, you are here. We have been waiting for you."

"Thank you, Mr. James. I hope I didn't make you all wait for long," Arwen politely smiled.

The butler shook his head. "No, you are just in time."

Arwen gave him a nod and then they headed inside. Just as she stepped in, an overjoyed Beca came forward to hug her.

"Arwen, you are finally here," she said, wrapping her arms around her. "I have been waiting for you since the day you said you would come. You don't know how happy I was to know you agreed to come and visit us like before."@@novelbin@@

Arwen hugged her back and her lips curled up in a warm smile. "Aunt Beca, you always treated me as your daughter. How can I not visit you? Sorry if I ever made you doubt the respect I carry for you in my heart. You are and always be like a mother to me."

She said and Beca pulled away to look at her and smile. "You never made me feel anything wrong, Arwen. You have always been on your best behaviour even when you weren't supposed to be, dear."

When Beca mentioned that she clearly meant the time when Ryan treated her unfairly. The time when Arwen came to her with the evidence of his betrayal …

Even at that time, Arwen had talked to her with respect. And that alone told a lot about how much she respected Beca.

"You have always been fair, Arwen, even when others weren't fair to you. So, don't worry, I would have understood even if you would have refused to accept the invite," Beca stated.

And for once Arwen felt like it would have been so good if her mother would have understood her this way as well …

She didn't want to think of her, but standing in front of Beca, she couldn't help but think of her.

"You didn't bring your husband along?" Beca suddenly asked, noticing that Arwen had come alone.

And that question pulled, Arwen out of her thoughts. She blinked, before shaking her head in response. "Actually, he had agreed to come but then a sudden business trip happened, and he couldn't make it back in time."

Beca nodded in understanding. "It's fine. You can always bring him the next time."

Arwen nodded. "I will bring him once he is back. He—"

Before she could complete her words, Ryan's voice interrupted her.

"Arwen!"