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

In the garden, Arwen was on call with Aiden, telling him all about her day.

A sweet smile was adorning her face while her eyes carried the glitter that Beca had mentioned earlier.

"Good to see that you are listening to me and having your meals," she said, looking up at the sky, staring at the stars.

She heard him chuckle on the other end. "The stars are beautiful, aren't they?"

Not paying attention, she hummed. "They are," she said before suddenly halting. "Wait, what did you say?" She immediately looked around, searching for someone. But no matter where she looked, except the darkness of the night, she saw nothing.

"Stop looking around, Moon," he said again. "I am not there yet. I might take a few more days to come back to you."

"Then how did you know?" she asked, still trying to see around in search of the pair of deep eyes she has grown fan of since the very first time.

"I know because I know you," Aiden said, his tone as gentle as smooth. "You love the bright moon and starry nights. When you are out, you can't stop yourself from looking at them."

Arwen's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't hold her lips from curling. "You might have guessed me right this time by luck, but don't make yourself believe that you know me all. You don't. We just met a few months back. You cannot know me well so soon."

"Then you can try me anytime and see, Moon," Aiden said confidently. "I would love to amaze you."

"Fine," Arwen agreed. "If that's what you challenge me to, I will try in see … once you are back." She said, and her voice carried the subtle expression of longing that she was trying her best to hide. "Then when are you coming back?"

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Aiden seemed to pause at that. The line went silent, and she was about to doubt that the call got disconnected when she heard his voice again.

"Have you started missing me already?" he asked.

Arwen didn't reply to him immediately. But she wanted to say …

Already … She had started to him from the moment he left her back at home, or maybe even before that —from the time he told her he was going for a business trip.

But there was no way she was going to confess this to him …

He would laugh, and she would again feel flustered.

"Why would I?" she said with a mock huff. "I simply asked so that …"

"So that…"

"So that … I can clean up the room," she coughed to clear her throat. "Yes, I have to tidy up the room before you come back. I have messed it a little."

After she said that, she realized what a dumb excuse she had given him. E

Even the dumbest fool wouldn't accept it …

And just as she thought, she heard his chuckle from the other end. "It's fine if you have messed the room up," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "You don't have to take the trouble of tidying it up. We have helpers to take care of such things every day."

Arwen closed her eyes, feeling the embarrassment heating up her cheeks more. "Can't you once pretend to go according to my lie?" she complained. "Do you have to bust it every time?"

Aiden didn't give her a reply, but she could imagine him smiling on the end.

"I won't talk to you again," she said with a subtle pout.

"Let me tell you one more thing," Aiden slowly said, and just those words were enough to make her curious.

She didn't want to, but anyway, she asked, "What?" She was a curious cat. Not matter how difficult it was for her to admit that, she would never deny it. Because she knew that moment she would lie about that, the next second she would be caught.

"Your cheeks turn red and redder every time you lie." Aiden's words came confidently, as if he was inferring it from visual evidence.

Arwen's hands at once reached to touch her cheeks. She might not be able to see if it had turned red or not, but she could tell that it felt heated. She could feel the heat on the skin of her palm.

"You —"

"What?" Aiden asked. "Did you not confirm it just by touching your cheeks?"

Arwen felt her breath hitch. He truly knew her well —to an extent where he could easily tell all of it. From her thoughts to her actions and even her reactions.

How?

How can someone know her so well?

It was like he could read her like the back of his hand.

"Are you not going to say anything now?" he asked again, and Arwen opened her mouth to chide him but then closed it, feeling it difficult to even say a word.

"Shoo," she huffed. "I am not talking to you anymore now. I am hanging up. Good night!"

Saying that, she really disconnected the call. Once done, she exhaled out deeply, muttering. "Aiden Winslow, one day I will also make you flustered the way you always make me. And that's a challenge. Note it!"

She remained there, staring at the stars and the moon, enjoying the tranquility of the night. It felt peaceful and calm inside.

Standing there like that, she would have forgotten the track of time, but then she felt a chill run down her spine, making her shiver. "I should have brought my jacket," she muttered, realizing that she had taken it off and handed it to the butler when she came inside. "Achoo!" she sneezed and took it as a warning to head back inside.

But just as she moved and turned to head back, she crashed into someone. Her brows furrowing in response to the sudden appearance.

"Arwen, are you alright?" Ryan asked, sounding concerned, his hand reaching to hold her arm, looking at her intently, trying to find any hint of her getting hurt.