Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 495

After helping her bathe, Aiden wrapped Arwen in the bathrobe and gently brought her out of the bathroom.

Heading straight to the dresser, he sat her down before moving behind her to dry her hair.

Arwen let him care for her in silence, watching his reflection in the mirror.

Depending on him had always been comforting. But to what extent … she had finally known today.

It didn't make her feel like a burden —rather, it made her feel cherished.

He dipped down again, ready to lift her, when she stopped him.

"My legs aren't sprained," she said with a soft laugh, catching his over-caring gesture. "They are working fine. I can walk."

However, Aiden's expression remained serious.

"It's fine. Let me do this today. You aren't at your best yet."

"I am better now, husband," she said, grabbing his hand with a smile.

"You made me feel better with your warmth and care. So, it's okay if, for some time, instead of catering to me … you cater to yourself."

Then her gaze swept over him.

"You are soaked. If you stay like this a moment longer, you will catch a cold."

She stood and slowly raised her hand to unbutton his shirt. The fabric, wet from earlier, clung tightly to his frame —defining every muscle, every contour.

Her fingers brushed against his chest as she undid the first button, then the next.

"You were looking very handsome tonight," she murmured. "But I didn't get a proper look."

Her voice was not intentionally seductive, but it carried a warmth … a softness laced with quiet desire. Especially when paired with her lingering gaze.

"It's quite regretful, you know?"

Aiden's jaw tensed slightly, his muscles flexing with restraint.

Noticing it, her lips curled into an unintentional smile. She hadn't meant to tease … but now that she had, she couldn't help but enjoy it.

"Is it affecting you?" she asked, her fingers trailing lower across his abs. "Is it—"

Before she could finish, her hands were gently but firmly caught.

He didn't pull them away. He didn't push her back.

Instead, he simply pressed her hand flat against him, letting her feel it.

"Moon, you are playing with fire," he said, his voice low and dangerously calm. "And tonight … you might now be able to handle it."

He knew it. And that's why he was holding back.

That quiet restraint, his selfless care … it melted something in her.

It was nothing new. He was always like that.

Always putting her comfort above his desire.