Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 418

The same day deep at night,

Arwen was sitting in her room, her gaze fixed on the laptop screen as she watched the video of that night all over again.

She had asked Officer Davis to share a copy with her and he did, without asking much.

And even if he would have asked, there was nothing for her to explain.

She, herself, didn't know why she wanted a copy of the surveillance footage when the night was already an unredeemable trauma for her. She never wanted to witness that again, yet here she was watching the evidence of the night as if the mystery of her life existed in it.

Maybe it was because there was something intimate she could see brewing in that night.

The intimacy that either she couldn't explain, or couldn't understand, but definitely couldn't ignore.

As she was thinking all that, suddenly she saw Aiden appear at the scene, clad in darkness yet shining like a knight in shining armour.

She knew he had charms to captivate anyone, but still, this hit differently. His aura seemed different.

She couldn't see his face, but she could feel the dangerous aura emanating from him, even through the lenses.

But why was he so angry?

Even after staying with him for so many months, she hadn't seen him so angry. It was as if he was ready to go out to massacre the whole city that had somehow wronged him.

She saw him marching towards her car straight before trying to open the door on her side. Emyr seemed to be following closely behind him, but anyone could tell that even he didn't dare to voice out his suggestion. He was trying his best to make his presence there as negligible as possible. As if, if he got noticed, hell would befall him first.

Then Arwen saw Aiden smashing the window of the car without caring at all. He was acting on such a natural instinct that no matter how she saw it, she couldn't help but feel that she was there coincidentally. Instead, he was there … for her and just for her.

But how could that be?

They didn't know each other at that time.

She was sure of it, but her confidence seemed to be wavering the moment she saw herself embraced in his arms.

He had picked her up with such practised efficiency that it felt effortless. Definitely, this wasn't the way people acted around strangers they met for the first time. There was no reluctance in his demeanour as if he didn't find it dirty to pick her bloodied body.

Saving life was important.

But she didn't miss the sharp look he gave to Emyr when he leaned forward to offer something.

Although she hadn't heard what he said, still it wasn't hard for her to guess at that moment that Emyr wouldn't have suggested anything else but to carry her to the car.

However, Aiden didn't allow him to touch her and hugged her as if she belonged to him.

Yes, he carried her with all right and authority, like she belonged to him.

Why was he so possessive of her then?

There seemed no reason that she couldn't decipher, no matter how she thought.

Suddenly she remembered the vague memories she had from that night. One where she heard him calling her name, telling her to not leave him —desperately asking her to stay with him, demanding her to listen to him and not close her eyes.