Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 479

Aiden stared at her and reached out to caress her head dotingly. "Good, then go and shine the way you are meant to shine, Moon."

"Mhm-hm~" Arwen hummed back, succumbing to his touch. "You too," she said, adding, "Don't be late. I need you with me. Complete your work and be back soon."

Aiden nodded. "I won't keep you waiting. Barely an hour and I will be back to your side, just the way you want me."

She smiled, knowing he was not simply saying. He would be back here before she could even realize that he hadn't.

"Neil," Aiden called before continuing, "Help your madam, open the door."

Neil was just waiting for it. The moment Aiden ordered, his hands moved to unbuckle the seatbelt with practised ease before he stepped out of the car, walking to open the door for Arwen.

Holding the door, he politely said, "Madam!"

Arwen gave a small smile to Aiden before turning to the door. Although Neil has blocked them from the prying eyes, she could still see a few of them peeking their way.

She wasn't scared of the crowds, but she didn't like being surrounded by so many camera flashes.

As if Aiden has read her thoughts, his hand came to hold her, giving her the warmth she needed very much at that moment.

When she turned to look at him, he gave her a nod of assurance, to which she smiled.

And then turning, she stepped down the car. Neil closed the door after her and waited for her to walk until she was stopped by the line of reporters.

Aiden gave a long glance to her before finally saying, "Neil, let's go."

Neil at once nodded and returned back to the car before driving away.

Meanwhile, camera flashed at Arwen, capturing her grace, her look s and the aura that was unmistakable in her demeanor.

Although she didn't appear frequently on the news as other actresses, models and socialites, she was still the renowned lady in the upper circle. So, when the reporters saw her walking down the carpet, they weren't unaware of her identity.

They all knew that she was Arwen Quinn, daughter of Catrin and Idris Quinn, and granddaughter of Brenda Davies.

"Isn't this Ms. Quinn?" one of the reporters asked just to confirm.

And soon another one responded. "She is. After her marriage arrangement was annulled, she never appeared anywhere."

"But she did mention marrying someone," another reporter reminded. "She revealed it on her social media."

No one has forgotten it. They have tried their best to find out the identity of the man she married. But when even after weeks they couldn't, they have moved to another.

But seeing the chance today, they weren't going to let go …

"Quick. Record the interview."

The reporters were quick to rush forward, their cameraman following behind.

Arwen didn't rush to avoid then. Instead, when she saw herself getting surrounded, she paused and looked at them with a smile.

"Ms. Quinn, we are pleasantly surprised to see you here. Can you please spare us a little time?" one of the reporters politely asked.

Arwen matched the gaze before nodding. "Sure, please go ahead." She was already waiting for this. Partly because she knew what they would end up asking her. And she really wants to give them the answers today.

The reporters were immediately pleased, finding her so cooperative. Especially the smile with which she greeted them. Unusually, the socialites in the high society carried the usual haughtiness, but Arwen seemed different.

"Ms. Quinn, we heard that your marriage arrangement with Mr. Foster was annulled. Can you tell us, who initiated it?" someone asked finally.

Arwen turned to him and responded without any hesitation. "I did."

"You did?" they didn't expect it. After all, it was Ryan who announced their relationship to be a rumour. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}