Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 350

Ryan expected Arwen to react —anything, really. A glance, a flicker of acknowledgement, a shift in expression. But she didn’t.

She simply continued eating, her demeanor cool and composed, as if he didn’t even exist beside her.

His jaws clenched. His hands curled into tight fists beneath the table, and his frustration mounted with every passing second. He never imagined it would be this difficult to get even a simple reaction from her.

Ryan’s gaze darkened, sharp as daggers, sending silent glares in her direction. But Arwen remained completely unbothered. To her, he was nothing more than air —and she made sure he knew it.

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Beca, who was sitting next to Arwen as well, could clearly see what his son was trying to do. Her brows knitted a deep frown, and she was about to voice out her disapproval when felt Gareth place a hand over hers.

Their eyes met, and Gareth gave a small shake of his head, silently asking hir to not make it obvious.

Though Beca’s frown deepened, she understood what he meant. Arwen was already ignoring Ryan; if she called attention to it, things would only grow more awkward. And given how strangely Ryan had been acting, she wasn’t sure what he might say next.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she nodded and remained silent.

Gareth turned his attention to Ryan. "Since you are already at the table, finish your dinner," he said, passing him a bowl of another dish. "Here, try this. I liked it."

Ryan had no choice but to shift his focus away from Arwen. He took the bowl from his father’s hand and served himself some.

Meanwhile, beca and Gareth kept the conversation going with Arwen, talking about little things here and there. Arwen responded naturally, her expression light and warm. Occasionally, she would laugh —soft, genuine and carefree.

Ryan watched as his parents engaged with her, and it only made the bitter taste stronger in his mouth.

Several times, he tried to strike up a conversation with Arwen as well —but Arwen either didn’t reply at all or if she did, she gave him the kind of short answers that one wouldn’t even prefer giving to strangers.

A single word.

A simple nod.

Nothing more.

And that only pushed Ryan further to the edge.

He wasn’t sure why, but it felt like he was trying to prove something —to himself. He wanted to believe that the emotions she once had for him —the emotions she wrote down so vividly in her writing were still buried somewhere in the depths of her heart.

That if he just tried hard enough, she would forgive him.

That she would come back to him.

But no matter what he did, she gave him nothing. Not even a sliver of hope. She wouldn’t even glance at him, as if looking at him would make her eyes hurt.