Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 68

Arwen stiffened at the sound of her mother’s voice, already laced with disappointment. She didn’t have the strength to feel disheartened once again, so before her father could say anything, she quickly said, "Dad, I need to make a few calls. I will get back to you later."

As if sensing her unease, her father hummed on the other end of the call in understanding. "Alright, go ahead. I will let your mother know that you are doing fine," he said before ending the call.

Arwen stared at her reflection in the mirror as a heavy sigh escaped her. For most people, their mothers were their pillars of comfort, but for her, her mother was the relentless source of pressure —a constant reminder of the expectation she couldn’t meet, draining her spirit.

"It’s okay, Arwen," she whispered, drawing a deep breath. "She is your mother, and you can’t change that. But you can change yourself. You have tried living by her rules; no, let’s try living by yours. Cut her influence, and maybe, it wouldn’t be hard to reclaim all the confidence you lost along the way." Muttering to herself, she straightened her posture, a small smile tugged at her lips.

A knock at the door suddenly pulled her back from her introspective thoughts. She turned to find Mr. Jones standing at the door.

"Madam, there is something you need to check. If you have time, can you please come with me," the butler said and Arwen paused for a moment before nodding.

"Sure," she said as she walked toward him. "Where are we going?"

***

A few minutes later, Arwen stopped in front of a room. Her eyes widened in surprise, "This …"

"Sir had us prepare this room for you. He had specifically chose everything, but he asked us to make sure it’s to your liking. So, Madam, please let us know if you would like to make any changes to it," Mr. Jones said, waiting to hear her response.

Still in surprise, Arwen walked inside the room, taking in every detail. She never told him about her passion for dance, but given the design of the room, it seemed like he knew it very well.

Her gaze wandered over the serene and luxurious space, which reflected the warmth of his gestures that she had felt all along. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating polished hardwood floors cushioned for her comfort.

Her eyes darted to check the grand mirror, framed in gold, stretched across one wall. The handcrafted barre, set at the perfect height, invited practice. Muted pastel tones —soft blush pinks, gentle creams and hints of gold —wrapped the room in an air of elegance and serenity.

A vase of fresh flowers and a plush velvet armchair in the corner offered a welcoming touch, providing a moment of rest between practices.