Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 263

Ryan narrated it all —from Zeke’s death to taking responsibility for Delyth; from the reason behind proposing to her to the stories of chasing away everyone she disliked. He revealed it all.

When he was done, he paused and stared at Arwen, as though waiting to hear her say something. But even after a long moment, Arwen said nothing.

He had explained it all to her, hoping that she would understand that there was nothing between him and Delyth —so that she wouldn’t misunderstand him. And seeing her hear him all so patiently, he thought she was giving him a chance.

But her silence now was making him see it otherwise, as if she wasn’t giving him her patience but tolerance. Both words might seem similar, but on the scale of the emotions, they carried a vast difference.

"Arwen, why aren’t you saying anything?" he asked, his voice holding a fear, a hesitance.

Arwen tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint, indifferent smile. "What do you expect me to say, Mr. Foster?"

"Just now I said so much. I explained everything to you. and you have nothing to say?" Ryan’s heart raced. He wanted her to react, to acknowledge that she might have misunderstood him. But her casual demeanor made him feel that all his explanations were meaningless —that he was meaningless to her.

"Arwen, I —" he began, but Arwen interrupted, cutting him off.

"Mr. Foster, from all that I have heard, I could only conclude that you are truly the best friend any guy could wish for and the best brother a woman like Delyth requires. Because never in my life have I seen someone go to such lengths to cater to someone’s needs that even the line between right and wrong fades away," she said coldly.

Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything in his justification, Arwen raised her hand to him, stopping him immediately.

"Save it, Mr. Foster," she said, her voice sharp and unwavering. "I am not someone to whom you need to explain yourself. Neither is this story interesting, nor am I interested in hearing it. The only thing I feel hearing it at the moment is disgust. So, I would rather avoid it."

Saying that, she tried to walk past him, but Ryan stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Arwen, we haven’t spoken yet," he said, trying his best to hide his panic. His expression was marred with emotion that was not hard to read.

Arwen could see through his intentions but as she said she wasn’t interested in encouraging him at all. When she saw him blocking her path, her brows knitted in a frown and she said, "Don’t force me to be rude to you, Mr. Foster. Your attitude like this is making me uncomfortable. And recently, discomfort has become the last thing I endure."

Her words came so sharp that they subconsciously made Ryan step a step back. "Arwen, I just want to talk to you. Explain the thing and apologize for all the wrongs that I have ever done to you."

"And I have already said, Mr. Foster, it’s a waste of effort. We are unrelated individuals, more or less like strangers. You have to do nothing for me and still, I will be fine," she said, stopping for a moment with a small realization. "Yes, your apologies would have meant something to me back when I was in the hospital, after that time passed, I no longer cared. After all, we all know a delayed apology is like a stale cookie —tasteless and unwanted."

A stale cookie? Ryan didn’t like the sound of it. Frowning, he was about to retort but he was interrupted by a soft tone of music. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

It didn’t take long for Arwen to realize it was her phone ringing. She grabbed it out of her bag, and when saw Aiden’s name flashing on the screen, his lips faintly curled up.

Ryan’s frown deepened. Usually, Arwen would always hang up the calls if she was busy talking to people around. He expected her to do the same this time as well. But when he saw her sliding the icon to answer instead, he spoke, protesting, "Arwen, we were in the middle of the conversation. Couldn’t you call back later?"

Arwen raised her eyes to glare at him coldly. Her gaze was sharp and unwavering, daring him to push her patience further.

"Husband, you called?" she said into the phone, her expression was still etched with pure displeasure but her voice for Aiden came all soft and gentle —so unlike the coldness Ryan had just faced.