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

Arwen stopped in her movements and glanced up at him, her brows furrowing at his words.

Seeing her expression like that, Ryan nodded, explaining further. "Yes, Arwen," he began, "Although Delyth tried to harm you through the accident, she doesn't look alone in it. There is another perpetrator who used her intention to get hold of you. He seems to be the one behind it."

"And you believe that it's my husband behind it?" Arwen asked, already reading his thoughts.

When Ryan heard her, he thought that she was finally able to realize it. Nodding, he said, "Yes, there seems no one else other than him. After all, he is the only one who got the advantage of it all. It must be him. Arwen, you should stay wary of him. After all, for how long have you even known him? He must be out with a motive that we haven't understood yet. And —"

"Since when did you become so good at writing plots, Ryan?" Arwen asked, clearly amazed by his newfound skill. "Or wait, maybe you just improved your talent of defending Delyth better."

Ryan shook his head. "No, Arwen, I am not trying to defend Delyth."

"You are not?" Arwen asked, mocking an expression of disbelief, before hardening her eyes at him. "But from where I am looking at it, I feel you are doing nothing but protecting Delyth"

"Arwen, here I am not thinking of Delyth; I am thinking about you. It's you that I am trying to pr—"

"You don't have to." Arwen cut in sharply. "I am not your responsibility. So, there is nothing for you to think about me. And if I truly have to be wary of someone, it's not of my husband. It's you and Delyth. So, stay away."

Saying that, she turned to leave. This time, she had a finality in her steps.

"Arwen!" Ryan tried stopping her again.

But she didn't stop. Her steps didn't falter. She was on her way to leave.

"Arwen," he called again. But when he saw her not stopping, he asked, defeated, "Are you going to trust him without seeking out the truth?"

"If you are meaning to ask me if I am going to trust him blindly." Arwen didn't turn, but her steps slowed a little as she answered. "Then, the answer is 'yes'," she said, continuing, "I am going to trust him with my all. No one can deter me from trusting him."

With that said, she left without staying there for another second.

Just as she walked back into the house, Beca met her halfway. Her eyes scanned her, and noticing the hints of frustration evident on her face, she asked with her brows furrowed. "Are you fine?" Then she tilted a little to the side and gazed behind her. "Did something happen?"

Arwen's expression didn't improve, but when speaking to Beca, her tone became gentle and calm. "It's nothing. The air outside is really cold. I couldn't bear it for long and had to come back inside," she said while rubbing her hands.

"Exactly!" Beca nodded and then added, "That's why I was rushing to call you back inside. Why did you have to go in the garden wearing so little? You might catch a cold."

Just as she said that, Arwen sneezed.

"Achoo!"

"See, told you," Beca pressed her lips in a thin line. "You caught the cold. Now, come in. I will ask someone to prepare you herbal tea." She already grabbed her hand, ready to pull her in when Arwen placed her hand over hers.

Beca paused at that, looking down at their hands before lifting her gaze back at her.

Arwen smiled before shaking her head. "That herbal tea would have been great, Aunt Beca, but …" she slowly removed Beca's hand from hers and continued, "... I don't think I would be able to stay for that."

She said, and before Beca could retort that, Arwen spoke again, "It's already late. Anna had been waiting for me, and she had recently hurt herself. It wouldn't be right to leave her alone at home all by herself. So, I will have to leave now."

Beca knew Arwen was putting out a reason to leave, but since she already put it that way, she couldn't say anything to hold her back any further.

Hence, nodding, she agreed. "Now that you have someone at home to take care of, I can't keep you here. But wait for a few minutes, I will ask someone to brew the tea and pack it for you."

Before Arwen could refuse, Beca showed her eyes and shook her head at her. "Have it on your way. I am not asking you to stay so you also don't refuse my request."

In the end, Arwen nodded and agreed.

After they returned inside, Beca instructed Mr. James to have someone brew the tea while Arwen made a call to Alfred, asking her to prepare the car.

Once the butler came back with the ceramic container, Arwen took it from him and then turned to smile at Beca.

"Aunt Beca, I will make a move now. Thank you for the dinner," she said.

Beca stood up and walked to her. Cupping her cheek, she slowly caressed it with love. "Don't just alienate us, Arwen. Keep coming for dinners like this." She then paused, her brows furrowing a little. "The next time you come, let me know. I will make sure no one is here to make you feel uncomfortable like today."

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Arwen understood who she was trying to mention, but she didn't make it obvious. Nodding, she agreed, "I will let you know when I make the next plan. Probably, it will be once Aiden is back. I will bring him to meet you and Uncle Gareth."

Beca smiled and nodded. "Yes, do it. I really want to meet your husband and see how charismatic he is to charm you like this. He must be impeccable."

After a few more words, Arwen left.

Once she was gone, Beca's expression changed, becoming serious. She pulled out her phone to make a call.

"Come and meet me tomorrow," she said the moment she heard the call getting connected.