Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 50

Arwen blinked in surprise as she watched Aiden wrap an apron around his waist. "You are going to cook for me? You know how to cook?"

Aiden chuckled softly, moving to the refrigerator and then to the cabinets to gather the ingredients. Arwen followed him, waiting for a response but when none came, she sighed and asked again, "Tell me, I am already very confused."

"I am preparing Fettucine Alfredo for you. What else do you want to know?" he asked, walking to the counter. Arwen trailed behind him, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"Why?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Aiden turned to look at her with his brows raised.

"Why what?"

"Why Fettucine Alfredo?" She studied his expression, trying to read into it, but found nothing unusual.

Aiden smirked a little before taking the washed veggies to start chopping it finely with the needed precision. Arwen watched, quite impressed by his skill.

"That’s because it’s the only thing I know how to cook," he admitted. And Arwen’s initial surprise quickly shifted into a bright cherry smile.

"Such a perfect coincidence," she said, adding playfully, "Fettucine Alfredo is my favourite, and it just so happens to be one dish you know how to make, If someone didn’t know better, they might think you learned it just for me."

Aiden held didn’t respond, nor did Arwen mind. She simply watched his skilful hands as they worked, chopping the chicken breast with practiced ease. "The way you are cutting those vegetables, I don’t think I will be disappointed. And if I am not, you will have to cook this more often for me. I would love that," she said, excitement evident in her voice.

Aiden back his chuckle, knowing it might make her shy away. He preferred her like this —showing her true self, free from the mask of sweet decorum she wore around others. "You said you were confused. What’s making you confused?" he asked, knowing her confusion wasn’t just about what he was cooking.

Arwen hummed in response. "You," she said, catching his full attention. "The Winlow name goes back a long way. I remember hearing my father mention it several times when I was younger. But now, I can’t find anything. Not even on the internet.

It confuses me because, with everything I am seeing her, I think you must be as famous as any other prestigious family in Cralens."

With such a lavish estate in the heart of the city, she could already tell that her husband was wealthy —far wealthier than Quinn, Fosters or several other families frequently discussed online. Yet, no one talked about the Winslows. Why?

"Because we are Patricians," Aiden said simply. "I don’t enjoy being the talk of the city like other families do. Maintaining a low profile is more peaceful, and it gives you an invisible upper hand in most of the situation."

"Invisible upper hand?" Arwen asked, very intrigued.

Aiden glanced at the pasta, now nearly done.He strained it and moved seamlessly to prepare the sauce. "Mhm. Most of the time, people don’t realize who they are offending until it’s too late."

That sounded a bit sinister, but in made Arwen smile, as if she didn’t hold any sympathy for such people. Aiden saw her smile and knew what it meant. He didn’t question her about it, knowing her well enough to recognize this side of her. While others may not have seen the side of her that she had kept hidden, he had once reveled in her every charm.