Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 192

Arwen was lost in some of her own thoughts when she heard steps approaching. Almost instinctively, she turned to look, her gaze meeting Aiden’s calm, steady ones.

"You haven’t started yet?" he asked, his voice smooth but carrying a subtle note of concern.

Arwen glanced down at the table, taking in the few beautifully plated dishes that had been already laid out. "I was waiting for you," she said with a soft smile, watching as Aiden took his seat beside her, his usual quiet authority radiating from him.

Emyr also settled into a chair a polite distance away —neither too close nor too far. When Arwen noticed it, she gave him a kind smile. "Mr. Ethan, please don’t stand on ceremony. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy."

Emyr returned a polite smile but remained cautious. It wasn’t hesitation; it was a survival instinct. After all, while the lady might be an angel, she was also one who could stir the fiercest storms in his boss. Around them, he didn’t dare do anything that might cost him his job or worse. his life.

Meanwhile, Aiden turned his full attention to Arwen. Without a word, he reached out for the platter he had prepared. The Fettucine Alfredo he had crafted sat on it like a masterpiece, its creamy sauce gleaming under the soft light. Carefully, he served her a generous portion, his action slow and deliberate, almost carrying the same gentleness he always carried for her.

"Here," he said, adding a small serving of green salad on the side. "Have it while it’s still warm, or it will lose its true essence."

Arwen stared at the plate in front of her, her smile deepening as a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured before gesturing him to serve himself. "You should have some too. I am sure you will start loving it as much as I do."

Aiden shook his head with a small smile. "It’s fine. Let me keep this exclusive for you. No one will have it except you," he said, serving himself other dishes that the chefs have prepared. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

Arwen liked the idea of keeping it exclusive —it felt special, just reserved for her —but then she remembered something. Turning quickly to Emyr, she said, "You shouldn’t say something like that when we have a guest at the table husband."

Looking at Emyr, she felt slightly embarrassed. She grabbed the platter and offered it to him with an encouraging smile. "Mr. Ethan, don’t mind your boss’s words. Here, try some. I am sure you will like it."

Emyr blinked, startled by the offer. His gaze darted to look at Aiden cautiously. If he had understood well, this was the dish, his boss had exclusively prepared for the lady. How could he even dare to touch it?

So, even though he was undeniably curious about the dish, he politely declined, "Madam, I don’t think I could dare." He then quickly reached for a few other dishes, serving himself to deflect attention. "I am more than happy with what the chefs have prepared. Their cooking is always too good"

Arwen narrowed her gaze at him but then said nothing. Turning to Aiden, she simply murmured, "You live to scare people. How bad of you?"

Aiden was forking salad, paused in his movement and glanced up at her. He didn’t say anything but still, Arwen felt it.

"What?" she asked. "Don’t look at me like that. Dare to deny me and I will challenge you with real-time examples."

"No need," he mused. "I dare not deny you anything. Not even myself. Be it your taunts or your compliments, I will embrace it as I embrace you."