Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 52

"You mean you are from the royal blood?" Arwen asked, holding the fork mid-air, waiting for him to answer as she still processed everything she had just learned about the Winslow family history.

Aiden shook his head as he sliced his meat elegantly before taking a bite. "We founded this country. We aren’t the royals. We were the ones who backed the royals and helped them administer it with our resources and shared capability," he said calmly, as if discussing something that wasn’t astonishing.

"The royals still exist in our country, which means you still hold the power over them?" Arwen blinked at him in pure amazement.

Aiden turned to her just in time to catch the adorable expression on her face. Shaking his head, he corrected, "We hold the authority over them."

"We?"

Nodding, he hummed in response. "Yes—’we’ as in you too. You are a Winslow now."

Although Arwen was a Quinn, the wealthiest among many, having authority over royalty didn’t come from wealth. It’s a privilege that’s possessed by rarest of the rare-s.

Her heart skipped a beat at how easily Aiden included her in such a powerful position. Did he really trust her that much? After just two days of knowing he, he didn’t flinch while giving her rights over everything?

Was this what he meant when he said that he didn’t do contract marriages? That if it happens, it happens for real?

Arwen felt a wave of warmth engulfed her heart. It was overwhelming, so she quickly pushed the fork into her mouth, savouring the pasta that had been waiting. And the moment the taste hit her, a moan escaped her lips and her eyes closed, savouring the deliciously familiar taste.

"Mhmm … Delicious!" she complimented.

And Aiden felt his self-control shredding away. His gaze lingered on her expression before zeroing in on her lips, painting a vision that had often kept him restless at night. He knew this wasn’t the moment, but every fiber of his being ached to close the distance between them and fulfil the desire he had always harbored.

While Aiden fought an internal battle, completely unbeknownst to his struggle, Arwen turned and innocently asked, "How did you make it? It’s just perfect."

But her gaze faltered when she caught something close to primal hunger in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine. For a moment, she didn’t know how to react. It felt strange and hot, a sensation that made her skin tingle. But the next second, the feeling disappeared.

Their gazes broke and Aiden looked away, finally saying, "It means it didn’t disappoint you."

Arwen felt a little unsettled. If not for the tingles still coursing through her, she would have dismissed it as an illusion. "Yes, I mean it — it’s really the best pasta I have ever tasted. Just the right flavour, which I feel particularly curated for me. Not even our chefs at Quinn Villa could match this," she said, forking a little more before enjoying the taste again.

It was a little awkward at first, but the discomfort didn’t last for long. Aiden soon shifted the conversation back to a more normal topic, which Arwen was grateful to.