Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 360

Emyr had just returned to Aiden’s study to put some files back when his steps suddenly halted. A shiver ran down his spine as the temperature in the room seemed to drop drastically.

Instinctively, his gaze darted to look at Aiden.

One look at his boss was enough to tell him that it was New York that was freezing —it was Aiden himself, exuding an air as cold as Antarctica.

What happened all of a sudden?

Hadn’t he been fine after the dinner?

Slowly, Emyr placed the files on the desk, but his focus remained on Aiden, quietly observing him.

Aiden was still on the call, waiting for Arwen’s response. However, when she didn’t speak right away, his patience thinned.

"Moon —"

"If there exists any such motive that made you approach me intentionally, then I would truly thank the heavens," Arwen finally replied, her voice soft yet unwavering in confidence.

Aiden stilled.

"Because that one motive led me to meet you," she continued, "and I don’t regret even a second of it. So, even if it started with an intention, I don’t mind —because I know that intention has never been to put me at a disadvantage."

His expression grew unreadable. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, as if time itself had frozen between them.

The air around them turned gentle. Reassuring.

"Have I answered your question desirably, Mr. Winslow?" Arwen asked after a long pause.

Her voice carried a playful lilt, but Aiden could hear the sincerity beneath it.

"Don’t take it as a perfunctory answer. When I said that I was serious, I meant it. Though I would really like to know what exactly that motive is …" she trailed off. "But it’s fine if you are not ready to tell me now. Neither of us needs to force ourselves to share everything just yet."

Aiden exhaled quietly. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

"How long more will it take for you to reach home?" he asked, smoothly shifting the subject.

And Arwen didn’t mind.

With ease, she allowed him to deflect, replying, "Umm … probably another half an hour. We are almost there. You don’t have to worry. Go, rest. I will drop you a text when I reach home."

"Okay," he said, and after that, both of them hung up the call.

Aiden remained seated, his fingers idly tapping against the armrest of his chair. His mind lingered on Arwen’s words, replaying them over and over.

Then —

"Emyr!" he called. His voice was as cold as Emyr had expected, given the frost in his expression.

"Yes, Sir," Emyr responded with a small bow. "Is there any order?"

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Meanwhile, Ryan returned to his apartment, his steps steady, but his entire being looked … defeated.