Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 106

Meanwhile, in Winslow Residence, Arwen was working on some files of her own when she heard her phone ring. Without looking, she reached out to answer it. "Hello!"

"Arwen!" the person on the other side spoke, making Arwen pause in her movements. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as recognized the familiar, endearing voice.

"Granna!" she replied, her voice brimming with joy. "Is that really you?" she asked, as if confirming that it wasn’t some figment of her imagination.

"You need confirmation? Why? Has it been so long that you forgot my voice?" The woman scoffed, playfully putting the blame on Arwen.

Arwen rolled her eyes, a fong smile tugging at her lips. "Yes. More or less around three years, I guess. Do you want me to check in detail and get back to you?" she teased, only to hear the woman huff on the other end.

"Three years is still not long enough to forget your old grandmother, dear."

Arwen’s smile softened as she leaned back in her chair, giving her full attention to the call. "So, you remember that you have a granddaughter here?" she said with a hint of playful pout in her voice. "And here I was, thinking you might have found a new granddaughter somewhere. After all, Brenda Davies is easily capable of that, isn’t she?"

The woman on the call let out an aged flutter of laughter. The sound of which instantly warmed Arwen’s heart, making her pout like a kid who was being playfully teased.

"Taunting me, are you? Bullying an old woman —is that fun for you?" the old woman teased, her tone filled with amused warmth.

Arwen pouted, her tone mischievous. "If that’s what you call bullying, Granna, then what you are doing to me is outright teasing. How is that fun?"

"Haha … it’s definitely fun. Teasing you has always been a delight," the woman laughed cheerily, before giving a soft sigh. "But it would be more fun if I could see it with my own eyes. The way your pretty brows knit and your lips pout —those are moments worth witnessing."

Arwen’s heart softened further. "Brenda Davies, don’t tease me any further. Or else, you won’t like it if I start crying. I know teasing me is fun, but watching me cry? That’s just ugly."

The woman laughed again, and although it was at her expense, Arwen didn’t mind it one bit. Instead, her lips curled into a smile, comforted by the woman’s cheerful laughter. It was as if that laughter held an unspoken assurance that Arwen needed —a reassurance that she didn’t have the courage to ask for.

"So, how are you doing, Wennie?" Brenda asked when the fun subsided. "Is the witch of your mother taking advantage of your fairy grandmother’s absence?"

Arwen almost laughed but then gave a small snort. "You have the nerve to ask, Granna?" She paused before her tone subtly turned serious. "Even if she is taking advantage, what can you do? After all, ultimately, my fairy grandmother loves her trips across the world more than her poor granddaughter. She wouldn’t mind seeing me at a disadvantage."