Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 498

"You love to keep your gestures silent," Arwen said, looking into his eyes with her soft, steady gaze. "You would always do this … quietly giving me what I need the most. How do you even know it? You can't possibly be noticing everything all the time."

Noticing someone so closely —so consistently —was exhausting. …

And no one exhausts themselves for someone … unless they truly care.

Aiden smiled, reaching out to gently hold her hands.

"You are my wife," he said simply. "And as your husband, it's my duty to notice everything about you."

His words tugged at something deep inside her, making her heart skip a beat.

How does he say such things so easily?

He spoke as if what he did wasn't rare, as if every man would move mountains just to make his wife feel seen.

But if it were really that easy … all women would feel as cherished as she did now.

"Don't tire yourself thinking about it too much, Moon." Aiden's gentle voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Go freshen up first. Breakfast is ready."

"You prepared it?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

Aiden raised an amused brow at the sparkling expression, then shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"If I knew it would excite you this much, I would have. But it's already a little late, and if I go make it now, we might end up having lunch instead. How about I cook for you some other time?"

Arwen smiled, nodding in agreement. She hadn't meant to pressure him —though she wouldn't deny that the Fettuccine Alfredo he made was absolutely divine … just the way she liked it. She certainly wouldn't pass up the chance to taste it again.

"Alright then, I will go freshen up quickly," she said as he stood up and offered her his hand.

She placed hers in his and rose to her feet.

"I'll ask Mr. Jones to bring breakfast up. Let's have it here in the room," he said.

Arwen nodded before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready.

While she freshened up, Aiden waited patiently.

Soon after, breakfast arrived. Mr. Jones and the staff set everything up and tidied the room. Once they left, the couple ate together in quiet companionship, speaking something here and there.

When they were finished, Arwen moved to stand up, but Aiden placed his hand gently over hers.

"Wait!"

She looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Aiden's expression shifted —his gaze turned a shade more intense, though still tender. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation for something?"

"Something?" Arwen blinked, confused at first … until she saw him raise her hand.