Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 135

Back at Winslow Residence, Arwen stared at the comments and couldn’t hold back a chuckle. As she laughed, Aiden looked over at her, eyeing her with suspicion.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, and Arwen just shook her head.

"Don’t blame me, okay? It was your fault —or rather, the fault of creating your account so late Now people are doubting if our marriage is even real or if I am just stirring up drama to clear my name." She scrolled further, grinning "Some people think I married an old man just to avoid embarrassment. They are all cooking up stories, trying to guess your identity."

Arwen couldn’t ignore Aiden’s intense gaze. Finally, she looked up from her phone, giving him an innocent look. "What?" she asked. "It’s not me; it’s what people are saying online. Want to see yourself."

Aiden crossed his arms, leaning back as his eyes studied her. "Is it fun?"

Arwen blinked, feigning innocence. "What? Marrying an old man?" she teased. "Some of them feel sorry for me, saying I made a long-term mistake by marrying an old CEO just to save face. Apparently, I will never be happy in ’long run’."

Aiden’s brow lifted. "You believe them?"

Arwen bit back a smile, shrugging casually, "Who knows? I mean I have read some research that suggests men’s …stamina tends to decrease over time. You know, age and all that."

"I am an old man now, am I" Aiden’s voice was low, a hint of challenge in his tone as he stood up, gleaming with a mischievous glint.

"Well," Arwen replied, playing along, "you are a few years older than me, so technically, yes." She set her phone down, standing up just as he approached her, her own eyes sparking with amusement. "Who has to say you won’t lose your edge soon?"

"Edge?" he repeated, stepping closer. The warmth of his gaze intensified "Maybe I should prove just how sharp I still am."

Arwen read his thoughts and took a step back, but in her haste, she didn’t realize that she just stood up from the couch, and behind her, there wasn’t much space.

Arwen’s playful smile faltered as she felt lost her balance, and her back hit the couch again in the seated position. She tried to sit up, but before she could, Aiden moved quickly, closing the distance between them. His hands rested on either side of her, trapping her in the place.

She looked up, and the glint in his eyes made her heart skip. He leaned in closer. With his lips hovering just a breath away from hers, he whispered, "What was that you were saying about ’losing my edge?"

Arwen felt her heart flutter, a rush of warmth spreading through her as her pulse quickened. She parted her lips to speak, to tell him that she had never been this certain of anything , but instead, something more instinctive took over her. Without a word, she pulled him closer, letting her hands trace the sharp lines of his jaws.

"Let me know once you feel my surety," she whispered, her voice low and teasing, before she pressed her lips softly against his, letting him feel the depth of connection she could feel with him.

"Can you feel it?" she asked pulling back, her gaze a little dewy.

Aiden’s stared down at her before nodding. When Arwen saw him nod, her lips curled up and she moved her arms to wrap it around his neck, more intimately.

"Great," she said, her voice barely above a whisper but all rich with affection and a hint of desire. "Now that you know, I don’t want you to hold back. Let’s cherish our moments together."

Aiden’s eyes darkened with intensity as he held her gaze, his lips curling in a slow, confident smile. Without another words , he swept her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all.