Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Allow me to stay.

What will you do if someday I forget you? Forget everything we share now? Will you hate me?

He still hasn’t forgotten her questions from that night.

They continued to echo in his mind —haunting him, unsettling him, scaring him. Every day. Every night.

Could this be related?

Has she grown suspicious about something?

"What’s wrong?" Jacob asked, sensing the change in his friend. "Is there something?"

Aiden glanced at him, considering it for a moment, then shook his head.

"I will look into it," he said quietly.

Jacob narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. But he didn’t push. He knew Aiden well enough to recognize when the man had closed the door on a conversation.

"Alright," Jacob said, nodding. "Just let me know if something comes up. Sharing isn’t always a weakness. We are friends, Aiden. We are meant to help each other."

His words were just a reminder that Jacob thought Aiden needed.

But little did he know that wasn’t the case. Aiden was just dwelling on something on his own, and that was keeping his thoughts occupied.

Pushing back his chair, Jacob stood.

"Since you are busy, I won’t take up more of your time. I will leave first. Let’s meet and plan to have a gathering. It’s been a while since you brought Arwen with us."

Aiden nodded to him, and soon after that, Jacob left.

After he was gone, Emyr knocked again at the door.

Receiving the cue to enter, he pushed the door open to step inside. His expression twisted slightly with seriousness.

"Sir," he said, stopping right in front of Aiden’s desk. "We received a call from Foster Ventures."

Aiden glanced at him, his expression hard to read.

Emyr took in his expression and continued further. "It was Zenith Jane, Ryan Foster’s secretary, who called. She was asking to schedule a meeting with you. Ryan Foster wants to meet you."

Aiden paused at that. His gaze glinted with something that was hard to read.

Emyr didn’t dare speculate. He simply waited until he heard Aiden say, "Schedule it, then."

Emyr felt chills down his spine, but didn’t voice it out. Keeping his composure, he simply gave a polite nod. "Okay, sir. I will make the arrangements."

Meantime, in New York —

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