"Winslow!" Aiden spoke with such fluidity that the concern that Arwen had moments ago in her heart, seemed dissipating.
But wait, did he say Winslow? She hadn’t heard many Winslow in Cralens. The surname wasn’t common, but she had heard one very famous Winslow family. Her father used to mention them in the past, but those talks became less frequent as she grew up. Could this be the same Winslow family that she had heard about?
Arwen was lost in her thoughts when she heard him repeat, "Aiden Winslow –my full name. And I don’t deal in anything that will scare you," he added, making her feel embarrassed.
Up until meeting him, she hadn’t realized how easy she was to read. Every time, he read her like he was reading the back of his hand.
"I just don’t know you well enough," Arwen tried to explain, but it didn’t seem like anything she said would make it better. So, she changed the subject and asked, "How did you get hurt, by the way? Earlier, no one stepped close enough to do that to us?"
She remembered how, before anyone could come near them, a group of bodyguards had formed a human barricade. So, how had he ended up with such a deep cut on his shoulder?
Aiden’s expression suddenly grew cold as he recalled how he got the injury. His fingers curled into a tight fists, and a murderous intent darkened his gaze. He remembered that if he hadn’t been there, that sharp object would have been aimed at Arwen. The riot had been a façade; the real plan was to harm her.
When Arwen saw the change in his expression, she was about to ask when the old butler appeared again. Smiling at her, he turned to look at Aiden to ask, "Sir, should I take Madam for a house tour?"
Arwen had almost forgotten that the house she was standing in was her new home. Her eyes drifted around the interiors, and she was mesmerized for a moment. She would love a house tour, but —
Her eyes returned to Aiden, who had been watching her all the while. But there was some expectation in his gaze that confused her, but before she could ask it, it disappeared, just like every other time.
Aiden gave a small nod to the butler before speaking to Arwen. "You can go and take a look around the house first. I have a few things to discuss with Emyr," he said, and Arwen might have refused if he hadn’t mentioned work matters.
Nodding, she left with Mr. Jones to explore. What she saw around the house only left her in awe.
Meanwhile, back in the living area, Aiden sat with a grim expression on his face. Emyr stood before him, awaiting his orders.
"Did you do what I had asked?" Aiden inquired, his voice sharp.
"Yes, sir," Emry responded promptly. "The troublemakers were transported straight from the hospital to our dungeon. Also, legal letters has been issued to all the individuals who dared to badmouth Madam earlier. But since it was already late today, they will be delivered to tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Arwen was admiring the architectural design of the estate. She couldn’t help but ask the butler, "Mr. Jones, the designs is so beautiful. Does it have historical significance?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m
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