Back in the country,
Arwen's lips curled up in a faint smile when she heard Aiden dismissing the meeting so decisively. She hadn't expected him to be so excited for a simple call.
Here after receiving Emyr's call earlier, she was racking her brain out to find a way to help them. But she never knew that it would be as easy as just making a call.
Although Aiden hadn't confessed his fears, Arwen could still feel it in his pattern of breathing. He was scared … scared that if she hung up the call, later she would rethink about it and might decide against calling him.
But what amused her more was —
If he was so terrified of her misunderstanding him, why did he even say all that last night? At worst, men usually choose to lie to save face. But not Aiden. He was ready to let her misunderstand him, for Heaven knows what reason.
"You were saying something?" Aiden voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he took his seat behind his desk.
"Mh-hm~" Arwen hummed, then asked, "Did you return to your office?"
His breathing was steady, but Arwen sensed the subtle pause in his movement. She could tell —he had just sat down.
"Yes, I just returned," Aiden confirmed.
"Great! I actually had something to discuss with you," she said, and the soft click of keys came through her end. "Check your mail —I have sent you something."
Aiden moved his fingers to open his inbox. Within seconds, he spotted the mail from Davies International with an attachment.
He clicked it open only to find an official invitation for the company's annual event.
"This …?"
"The date has been fixed," Arwen explained. "It will be held next week, four days from now. So, I wanted to ask if you would be able to make it that day?"
Aiden's expression hardened. His fingers tightened around the phone as he tried his best to keep his calm. "Are you asking me this because of the conversation we had last night?" His voice dropped lower.
He knew there would be consequences for what he did. He knew she might grow even distant. But he hadn't expected her to draw a clear line like this.
"Huh?"
Arwen, on the other end of the call, blinked in confusion. She could hear the tension in his voice and tried to recall her own words that might have triggered it.
And then it struck her.
Did she make him think that she was reconsidering introducing him as her husband?
She closed her eyes. Sighing quietly. His silence only confirmed her suspicion.
God! She hadn't meant to torture him with such thoughts —not even after what happened last night. She simply couldn't bear to.
Shaking her head at his needless insecurity, she clarified gently, "You are out on an important business trip, Aiden. I was just asking if you will be able to make it back on time. We had planned to appear together at the event. But if you can't make it, we need to think of something else, right? That's the only reason I asked."
She had tried her best to explain, but even after a few seconds, there was no reply from the other end.
His silence felt deafening.
Her guilt returned, creeping in. But then she frowned. Wait a minute —why was she feeling guilty?
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