Arwen stepped out of the bathroom, having finished her shower, only to find Aiden already lying on the bed. Even though he was dressed in comfortable clothes, there was something etched on his face that spoke of discomfort.
"You okay?" she asked while drying her hair with the towel.
Aiden’s brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded to her. "I am fine," he said, gesturing towards the dresser. "There is a blow dryer over. You can use that to dry your hair."
Arwen followed his gesture and nodded before walking over to the dresser. To her surprise, all her things were so neatly arranged that it didn’t feel like she had just moved in that today, but rather as if she had been living there for quite some time. She paused, glancing back at him. "Did you ask them to do this?"
Aiden looked at her, then at the dresser. Nodding, he replied, "It’s more convenient for you this way."
"Thank you," Arwen said, turning to dry her hair. Once she completed her night routine, she walked over to the bed.
Since Aiden had made it clear that they would be sharing the bed, she didn’t bother asking about it again. Adjusting her pillow a little, she said, "It seems we have compatible preferences. I like the left side of the bed, and you don’t mind sleeping on the right." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Aiden glanced at her, and Arwen smiled. It wasn’t a big deal, but she appreciated it. No matter how hard she tried, she could never fall asleep on the wrong side of the bed, and Ryan never cared about it. Although there was not many times she had to had to share bed with him, the few times had to, Ryan made sure to torture her the worst.
"We are compatible, and that’s why we are together," Aiden commented casually, though there seemed to be something deeper in his words.
"Huh?" Arwen asked, curious about what he meant exactly.
But he just shook his head. "Go to sleep early. You must be tired."
Arwen looked at him, dwelling to understand what he meant earlier. Still unable to decipher it, she smiled before getting into bed under the sheet. "Alright, good night, then. We have a few things to discuss, but we talk tomorrow."
With that, she lay down. It was still a little awkward, but to make herself more comfortable, she turned on her side, facing away from him. As long as she didn’t have to see him, she might be able to relax.
Aiden, knowing her little trick well, shook his head in adoration before lying down on his side of the bed. He had already pushed things enough today. If he tried anything more, she might run off to the mountains and never look back. It would better to take the things a little slow, allowing her to lower her guard and grow comfortable in her vulnerability.
Meanwhile, in the quarters, Mr. Jones was on the phone with someone, his expression solemn. "Yes, Sir. The young missus arrived earlier with a young master earlier. She has grown like a fine lady—none can compare. Her aura has matured; it no longer carries the wildness from before.
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