Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 424

The next day,

Gianna was sipping from her glass of fresh juice when she heard Arwen answer her. She choked on it, spurting everything out.

Coughing, she tried to ease herself but her complexion only got redder. It was only after a minute and a half that she was able to control herself.

"W-hat …" she cleared her voice, speaking again, "What did you say? Whose eyes do they look like?"

Arwen didn't react to her reaction. She just forked the salad and allowed her to calm down before repeating. "It looked like Aiden's chestnut brown eyes."

"My uncle's brown eyes aren't unique," Gianna immediately said. "They are pretty common around."

"They aren't common," Arwen responded. Her voice was firm, showing the confidence she held in her words. "The shade of his chestnut browns are different."

Gianna couldn't tell what was the different. She might not have stared into her uncle's eyes for long. But for whatever time she had watched, his eyes seemed to be … pretty common.

But since Arwen sounded so sure of it, she could only force herself to believe that she hadn't seen them as well as Arwen had seen them.

Nodding, she accepted, "Fine. Since you sound so sure of it, then I will believe you. But if he is the young boy in your dream, doesn't that mean that you know him from before?"

And this was the deducement that had confused Arwen since the last night.

She has taken consideration of the probability which says that her dreams aren't some imagination but the past that she had forgotten.

But then if that was so, it only meant that she hadn't come to know Aiden recently, but rather had known him in the past too.

"I don't know, Arwen shrugged, not daring to believe that possibility. It was just the last night she had been audacious to think of this and was badly proven wrong. Daring the same again, she wasn't as ready as before.

But Gianna, on the other hand, held no such qualms. She was rather very anticipative of it. After all, this was something she even suggested before.

"What do you not know, Wenna?" she said, spreading her hand in the obviousness of the fact. "It's with a yes or a no. Since you have been seeing the dreams of the boy whose eyes match my uncle, doesn't that mean that you have been seeing him? Which also further means that there is a strong possibility of you two sharing the past —one that I had been doubting earlier."

Arwen stared up at Gianna. It looked like she was considering her words, but she wasn't. Her mind was thinking about something else. After a moment, she shook her head. "I don't remember him. And neither was he in the picture album I had."

Now, without evidence, she would not just let her delusion lead her astray.

Gianna paused at that. Thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked, "You don't remember him. Could it be possible that you have forgotten him? I mean I know you have said that he is so handsome that one can never forget his face, but still, forgetting him is not impossible, right?"

"He said he would let me go if I forget him someday and the things between us."

"Huh?" Gianna didn't understand. Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Arwen's lips curled in a soft, yet sorrowful smile. Forking some more salad, she put them in her mouth.

Gianna didn't probe her again, but her eyes remained on Arwen as if still waiting for her to explain.

Arwen didn't make a haste. She chewed the salad elegantly, before moving her knife and fork on the egg pouch. As she forked a piece of it, she said, "Although that possibility is not difficult to imagine, it's too easy not to be true." She then paused for a second and added, "Aiden said if there ever happened a situation where I forget him and all about what we share today, he wouldn't come and help me remember it all over again. Instead, he just let me go"

Gianna didn't speak anything in response and with her silent like that, the air around seemed to have gotten still as well.

Arwen's lips curled in a smile that seemed to be mocking something inside. She raised her gaze and stared at her friend. "So, that nullifies the possibility of your theory is not its possibility or impossibility, but rather the reality. Even if what you said is true, and I have forgotten him, he wouldn't come all the way to do so much. It would be too tiring for him."

Just as Arwen completed, a sharp slap on the polished surface of dining table was heard.

"Bullsh*t!" It was like Gianna could no longer hold it in.