Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529: Aiden belonged to her. Only her.

Arwen squinted her eyes at Aiden, pursing her lips.

"You are not getting it for her?" she echoed, her voice flat. "Although I have come to trust you, husband, know that I am not deaf. I clearly heard you —your conversation over the call, and what you told Emyr."

She leaned in closer, narrowing her eyes further. Then, taking his chin between his fingers, she tugged him forward just as he had done earlier while searching his gaze.

"If it's not for Ms. Martin, don't lie and tell me it's for me, either."

Aiden smirked —then, without warning, leaned in and pecked her lips swiftly.

His action was so fast that for a moment it took her off guard.

"You —" she blinked, momentarily stunned. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

"Any jewellery," he said smoothly, cutting her off, "or any gift, becomes intimate only when it's chosen with thought —with care. If there is no effort behind it, it's nothing more than a transaction."

Arwen blinked again, her irritation faltering slightly under the weight of his gaze.

"So this—"

"...isn't a gift," he helped her finish, his eyes converting the obvious. "If it had been a gift, I would be choosing it personally, by myself —not by asking Emyr to arrange it."

She couldn't refute or retort because what he said was true.

What makes anything personal is the person itself —his effort and his thought.

Clearing her throat, Arwen let go of his chin and pulled away to straighten her posture. "So … it's not a gift but a transaction."

Aiden nodded. "Not a gift because my gifts are all reserved for my legally wedded wife."

Her breath hitched, and a soft blush crept up her cheek, but she kept her composure. Acting immune to his sweet words, she simply asked, "Then why make such a transaction. Was it important? Needed?"

He paused for a second before nodding. "Yes, it was needed. I owe her."

"You owe her?" she asked, her brows furrowing at his words.

***

Meanwhile, in New York —

After hanging up the call with Aiden, Selene could no longer contain her rage.

With a furious scream, she hurled her phone across the room, shattering it against the floor. A second later, a delicate porcelain vase followed, crashing into the wall and splintering into a thousand jagged pieces.

Breathing hard, she collapsed onto the edge of her bed, her hands clawing at the sheets, crushing the fabric in her fists. Her teeth ground together as her chest rose and fell with frustration.

The noise brought the housekeeper rushing in.