Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 98

"Where is Moon?" Aiden asked the butler as soon as he returned back home. His eyes already moved to scan the room, searching for her while clearly noticing her absence.

Mr Jones, long accustomed to this ritual, smiled and replied, "Madam is in her practice room. She had asked us to let her know when you come back home."

"That wouldn’t be required," Aiden responded smoothly while slipping off his jacket and handing it to the butler to keep. "I will go to her myself."

With that, he strode in the direction of the practice room.

After the long day away, this was the moment he craved —the moment when he could return to her. After craving it for years, it had finally become the daily routine that brought him to his kind peace.

As he entered the practice room, the sight of Arwen gracefully stretching caught him off guard. She moved fluidly, moving her slender legs, extending them into a perfect lunge —each motion was controlled, yet seemed effortless. Her breath also came slow and steady, making his chest tighten at her sight.

Aiden’s heart skipped a beat. He knew she was beautiful, the best among all. But right at that moment, with her undeniable elegance, she looked breathtaking. His gaze lingered on his figure without him realizing, admiring the strength and vulnerability in her posture.

"You are practicing?" he asked, his voice as low and soft as though he feared disturbing the moment. He hadn’t realized that he had held his breath for a while before.

Arwen blinked before looking up, a flicker of surprise passing through her gaze, but then her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Yes, needed to bring this room in use sooner. I couldn’t wait."

Aiden’s eyes traced her movements, and after a moment, he slowly began uncuffing his sleeves and rolling them up to his arms. The quiet rustle of his shirt, filled the air, pulling Arwen’s attention like a magnet. Her gaze held curiosity, but his sight like that soon ignited something else in her eyes.

Her voice came out more breathless than she intended. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Aiden didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer and knelt beside her. "Let me help you," he offered, leaning to rest his hands on her waist. His touch was warm that grounded her, yet it sent a tremor through her at the same time. There was something deeply intimate about the way his fingers pressed against her skin, guiding her into a deeper stretch.

The space between them buzzed with unspoken tension. Arwen’s heart fluttered and her breath caught up, feeling the weight of his clseness. His breath slowly brushed her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Breathe with me," Aiden whispered, his voice came soft yet commanding. The strain of control in his tone was impossible to miss, as though he was holding something back—holding himself back.

Arwen instinctively leaned into him, following his lead. Their breaths synchronized while their shared movements amplified the tension simmering between them.

As she leaned forward into another stretch, Aiden’s hands slid lower, following the curve of her back, teasingly. His fingertips grazed her skin with just enough pressure to make her gasp softly.

Arwen breath hitched. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the sensation of his body guiding hers.

"You are pushing yourself too hard," Aiden whispered, his concern evident in his voice, yet an unmistakable sensuality lingered beneath. His words wrapped around her like a velvet caress, making her knees weak, melting her slowly.