Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 166

Aiden nodded, glancing at her. "Everything is okay." He then set his phone aside, fixing his gaze back on Arwen. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice returning to be as gentle as before.

Arwen smiled, "I am better." Her eyes darted to the phone that he had put away, and she added, "If you have some work to attend to, you can go. I will be fine here."

Aiden’s brows furrowed slightly as he replied, "Work can wait. I am your husband, and my wife is my priority."

Although Arwen wouldn’t have minded if Aiden had left to handle work matters, she couldn’t deny that she liked his choice to stay. Her mother’s teaching tugged at her conscience, reminding her not to be selfish and to let him go to attend his work. Yet, a deeper, more vulnerable part of her craved his attention. Growing up, she had been kept so deprived of such care and attention that now even a small freckle of it meant a lot.

"It’s nice," she muttered suddenly, almost to herself.

Aiden, who had just turned to look away, immediately looked back at her. "What?" he asked.

Arwen would have shaken her head and said it was nothing. But realizing his gestures deserved appreciation, she instead replied, "To be someone’s priority at times."

"You are and will always be my priority, Moon," Aiden said, his tone filled with conviction.

Arwen felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. "That’s why I said it’s nice," she whispered, her voice soft but heartfelt.

Aiden shook his head at her understated response before leaning in to reach for an apple beside her. "Do you want some apples?" he asked.

Arwen hadn’t expected him to move so close, all of a sudden. So when it happened, her breath cough. She instinctively tried to lean back, but the inclined pillow behind left her no room to scoot away. With no other option, she sat frozen, holding her breath.

"What happened?" he asked, noticing the blush rising on her cheeks. "Are you not feeling well?" His voice was laced with concern, which only made Arwen feel guilty. Here, he was worried about her, and she was caught up in unnecessary thoughts.

Arwen, can you think normally for once? Every time he gets close, you don’t need to drag those silly novel-inspired imaginations here. She chided herself before clearing her throat to respond, "I am fine. I was just saying that it’s okay —I can have the apples later. You don’t have to trouble yourself with cutting them now."

Ignoring her protest, Aiden began peeling the apple with practiced ease, slicing it into perfect shapes. When Arwen noticed what he was doing, she was taken aback. "Wait … are you cutting them in rabbit shapes?"

Aiden’s movements paused as if frozen.

"My Granna used to cut them like this for me and since then I have always preferred it this way. I am just surprised that you know to cut them like this." Arwen said with a smile. But then. finding something amiss, she paused and asked, "Wait a second, I never told you about my childish preference. How did you know?"