Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 139

Ryan’s brows furrowed, and his jaws clenched in frustration every time he typed the name ’Winslow’ in the search bar, only to come up with scattered, unrelated information. He couldn’t find anything substantial about the man Arwen had married —just the faint trace of an old, not very common surname with no links to someone significant enough to be part of Arwen’s world.

His fingers drummed against the table as he scrolled through page after page, his impatience already flaring. Who was this ’Winslow’? What did he do? How did he manage to lip into Arwen’s life?

Ryan couldn’t fathom that someone unremarkable would catch Arwen’s attention. But if he is not unremarkable, then why couldn’t he find anything about him?

The Quinn family was highly respected, with envied social and business connections. If Arwen chooses someone, he has to be meaningful.

With a sigh of frustration, Ryan clicked on a phone icon and dialled a number. After a few rings, the call was answered.

"It’s me," he said sharply. "I need you to find out about someone."

There was a small pause on the other end, but soon the person replied. "Sure, Sir. Send me the details and I will soon get you all the information you need."

"Good. I will wait for you to reach me soon," Ryan said before hanging up the call. Once done, he stared at Arwen’s profile picture on the screen and gritted his teeth, feeling the bitterness inside. "Arwen, you can’t marry someone on a whim. You can’t. You better have good reasons for it."

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In the meanwhile, as Arwen and Aiden headed towards the Quinn Villa, Arwen was oddly silent, and her silence like that made Aiden frown. As far as he knew her, she had never been this nervous about anything.

But recently, whenever her mother would come into the picture, he noticed that Arwen seemed to lose her confidence. Her anxiety around her mother looked more like fear, as though she dreaded confronting the woman. But why? She had always been fearless. At the age of fifteen, she hadn’t even flinched when she had dyed her hair pink just to get on her mother’s nerves. So what had changed her so much over the years? Why was she so fearful now?"

His gaze remained steady on her, and it didn’t take long for Arwen to feel it too. She glanced at him fleetingly, curling her lips into an awkward smile. "Is my anxiety that obvious?" she asked.

"Are you scared of your mom?" he asked instead of answering her.

Arwen paused for a moment, looking into his eyes as if trying to find the answer within herself. Was she scared of her mother? Not exactly. She wasn’t afraid of her, but she dreaded the way her mother would make her feel —like she was worth nothing, She feared how her mother would remind her of all the expectations she hadn’t met, the accomplishments she hadn’t achieved despite the grooming her mother has offered her over years.

He was right. Over time, she had begun to feel suffocated around her mother, There was no comfort, no love, no embrace that a mother would usually offer her daughter —only a longing that she had constantly tried to fill by tirelessly fulfilling her mother’s every wish. Yet never was able to bring her the satisfaction —never was able to get praise. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}