Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 357

Arwen stared at him for a moment.

His expression looked so sincere that no one could doubt his words or intention until they have solid evidence against him.

But still …

She neither could bring herself to believe him nor his words.

Yet, even if she didn’t trust him, there was something she did want to know.

Or, rather say, there was something that she wanted to confirm.

"Fine," she said, her voice calm yet unwavering. "Then, tell me … That night when you came there to save Delyth, did you really didn’t regret leaving me there to die?"

Her eyes studied his face, watching his expression, all so minutely.

Ryan felt his chest tighten.

He looked at her as if searching her gaze, hoping —praying —that she would believe him.

But Arwen’s expression remained so unreadable. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t decipher what she was thinking while asking him that.

And since he couldn’t tell, he assumed the worst. Worst that she resented him —hated him for not saving her that day.

"I am sorry," he apologized first, his voice thick with guilt and remorse. "That night, I shouldn’t have ignored you. I shouldn’t have left you behind. But trust me, I had no idea that you were struck there. Delyth said that you have already called an ambulance, so I thought … I thought you would be fine there."

"Fine?" Arwen repeated, incredulity clear in her voice. "Really, Ryan? How can I be fine inside that wrecked car? Did you not know that cars often explode after an accident like that? If that had happened, I would have died that night. And —"

"I am sorry. I really am, Arwen," Ryan interrupted, unable to bear hearing her say it. The more she spoke, the more suffocated he felt by his own guilt. "That night I shouldn’t have believed Delyth. I should have gone to check on you myself. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t hate me as much as you do now."

"But at that time, I hadn’t realized my feelings for you," he added, not realizing that he was simply trying to justify himself. "I was only thinking of the promise I made to Zeke. Delyth said she had hurt her leg, and her leg was important, so I —concerned for her —brought her to the hospital first. It was later that I found out it wasn’t even serious. It was just a minor sprain."

"And sprain couldn’t kill someone," Arwen added sarcastically, shaking her head at him.

"Arwen, I —"

"You still haven’t answered my question, Ryan," she cut him off, her tone cold and direct. Her eyes still looking at him as if she was waiting to hear him continue.

He blinked in confusion.

Hadn’t he just answered it?

He had explained everything that had happened that night —what else was she asking?

Seeing him confused like that, Arwen repeated her question from earlier. "I didn’t ask you what happened that night," she paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "I asked if you regretted leaving me there to die."