Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 204

Arwen paused in her steps. Turning back to Emily, she nodded with s soft hum. "Yes," she said, her voice brimming with the confidence she had carried all along. "I am married. I am sure it has been all over the internet for quite a while as well. People who know me must know about it as well. Didn’t you come across the posts?"

Emily’s jaws clenched tightly. Of course, she had seen the post and read discussion the endless discussion about them. But she had never expected Arwen to so readily admit it. Did she not feel any shame about being looked down upon?

"Arwen," Emily began, her voice tinged with mock sympathy, "I thought you were like Aunt Catrin —beautifully cunning. Like her, you know how to get the best out of every deal and relationship. But now, it seems like you took after Uncle Idris." She chuckled, her tone dripping with disdain. "Even a blind could tell that Ryan was the best of the best. Yet, not only did you reject him, but you also closed all the gateways that could have allowed you to make amends. I feel so bad for you."

Arwen heart it all calmly, her expression unchanging. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as thought she were genuinely considering Emily’s words. But in the next instant, the glimmer in her eyes made it clear that she was mocking them internally. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"Emily," she finally said, her voice as smooth as silk, "do you think you are even in the position to feel bad for me?"

"Arwen, you—"

"Let me save you the trouble," Arwen interrupted, her tone sharper now. "I never was and never will be in the position where I will require your pity or anyone else’s. So, it would be better if you worry less about my choices. That will save you your efforts that aren’t much of the use anyway."

Emily’s face flushd red in anger. She was about to retort when a polite voice interrupted them.

"Ma’am, sorry to keep you waiting. I didn’t realize it would take me so much time to get back here," a man said as he approached.

Arwen turned at the familiar voice. "Oh, it fine, Mr. Castille. I came suddenly at such a short notice. I just hope it’s not an inconvenience."

Mr. Castille shook his head with a gracious smile. "Definitely not, ma’am. Rather it’s an honor for us to serve you." His eyes then darted to look at Emily. "Ma’am, is this lady accompanying you?"

Arwen glanced back at Emily, whose shocked expression was almost comical. "This …"

"Arwen, did you call him Mr. Castille?" Emily interrupted, her voice tinged with disbelief. "The mysterious designer behind the brand, Lustreé?"

Arwen smirked faintly. Returning her gaze to Mr. Castille, she said, "Oh, no, Mr. Castille. She isn’t with me. I met her here by chance. She is just an …acquaintance."