Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 298

The next day.

After finishing her breakfast, Arwen looked up at Aiden. Though his features still looked all calm and composed, she could tell that he was having some conversation that wasn’t going his way.

Her eyes darted to look at his plate that he had barely eaten. She sighed internally and simply waited for his call to be done. Once she saw him hang up, she pursed her lips at him and said, "You didn’t even have your breakfast properly. Is there some problem going on in the company?"

Aiden shook his head and shrugged. "Nothing that can’t be handled," he said and then looked down at his plate, frowning slightly. "I am already done, and no longer in the mood of having anymore."

"Really?" Arwen eyed him before narrowing her gaze slowly but meaningfully at him. "You are not a kid, Husband that I need to coax you to complete the breakfast."

"So you want to have a kid?" he deadpanned. And that thought itself took Arwen off-guard. Stunned, she blinked her eyes a few times, as if trying to think back what she said that made him misunderstand her words.

"When did I say that?" she asked, befuddled.

"Just now, didn’t you?" He simply gazed at her as if she was at fault for forgetting it. Arwen was truly confused for a moment.

"I—" She was about to explain that she didn’t when she saw the hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. "You —"

"What? You don’t want to have one?"

"Aiden, you clearly know that’s not what we were talking about. I was speaking about your breakfast habits and …" she paused briefly just letting him know that she wasn’t up for a joke at the moment, "... I was serious about it."

Aiden didn’t try to tease her anymore. Looking her way, he slowly raised his hand to cup her cheek. "And so am I," he said and Arwen was about to retort when he added to explain, "You don’t have to be so concerned about it, Moon. I have a meeting later and it’s set at a restaurant. So, I would be having something there."

He said even though that explanation worked in that situation, Arwen has been noticing for a few days recently, that Aiden hadn’t been having his meals properly.

"Are you sure you will have it later?" she asked, and putting on one of his warmest smiles, Aiden nodded.

"Fine then —" before she could speak, Aiden’s phone rang again.

She paused as her gaze darted to look down at his phone that he had been holding but wasn’t answering. "You won’t answer it?" she asked, not understanding why he wasn’t picking up the call. Given the name that she could read on the screen, she knew it was one of the clients he had been recently dealing with.

Aiden didn’t mind. Keeping his gaze on her, he simply said, "They can wait for you to complete first. Continue."

Hearing him say that, Emyr turned to look the lady’s way before asking, "Madam, what are your orders?"

Arwen, who was still stunned with her involvement in such a crucial didn’t know what Emyr was asking for. She turned to him with a furrow of confusion. "Huh?" she asked, "What orders?"

"Tanner Group dared to offend you. Should we cancel their contract?" Emyr suggested the bare minimum, and Arwen was jolted awake from the trance that she seeped into without much of the realization.

"They didn’t offend me at all," she said, turning to look back at Aiden with chide written all over her face. "Mr. Winslow, can you please stop playing? Your team must have spent nights to find the right fit which you must have approved after good analysis. How can you bear to see all of it getting into ruin? Do those efforts not matter to you all?"

She thought he was playing around. But when she saw his expression, not wavering at all, she realized he wasn’t. She was about to speak again. But beating her into it, Aiden spoke first.

"You matter the most," he said without batting an eye. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Arwen was once again speechless. Could she even chide him for that? How could she? After all, all women always dream to have a husband that put them above all. And now that fate has given one to her, how could she bear to scold him for it.

"You …" She struggled not knowing what to say. "You … are really a sweet talker. I don’t know how did I not realize this before."