Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 61

"Thank you, Lawyer Thorne. I have heard a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well," Arwen responded, exchanging a glance with Aiden. Her gaze was a bit accusatory, silently questioning him if bringing in a big shot like Jacob Thorne was necessary. Wasn’t that an exaggeration?

Aiden smirked, reading her expression too well. He reached to hold her hand for a moment before explaining "Jacob’s team is responsible for all our company and family’s legal matters. Since you asked for someone, I couldn’t think of anyone better than him. And it is always better to have the best," he said.

Arwen nodded in understanding.

Jacob noticed the small exchange between the two and couldn’t stop himself. "You can trust me, Mrs. Winslow. I wouldn’t let you lose any case," he said putting on a casual smile.

Arwen smiled and shook her head, "How can I doubt one of Cralen’s best lawyers, Lawyer Thorne? I just feel that involving you in a simple matter like mine would be a waste of your skill. Asking you to help me sue someone for defamation and false accusation seems beneath your usual work. It would rather be boring for you."

Jacob was intrigued. Leaning in a little, he repeated, "Defamation and false accusations?" His gaze briefly flickered to Aiden before he added with curiosity. "Who would dare do that to the beloved wife of the Dragon King?"

"Dragon King?" Arwen repeated, as she shifted her gaze to Aiden, who sat unfazed by the bold comment.

Jacob chuckled and adjusted to sit in a better comfortable posture in the chair. "My bad! I should have introduced myself better. Hello, Arwen. I am Jacob, the appointed lawyer for the Winslows and, by default, also Aiden’s friend. And yes, ’the Dragon King’ — that’s a nickname we, his friends, gave him, based on his attitude and behaviour."

Arwen was amused. With that explanation, Aiden’s nonchalance to the comment made more sense. "Oh, the Dragon King. That sounds interesting," she repeated as she glanced at Aiden, who smirked. He seemed clearly pleased with the way the title rolled off her tongue.

Leaning in close, Aiden whispered, "That sounds perfect coming from you. But still, I would still prefer you to call me something else, Moon. Something that would make me feel the same way you do when I call you ’Moon’." He was so close that his breath grazed the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

She turned her head only to find him even closer, the world around them momentarily forgotten. His proximity muddled her thoughts. "What should I call you then?" she asked softly, but in response to her askance, Aiden only pulled away, giving her the space she needed to compose herself.

Even though he enjoyed seeing the flush that crept up her face when they were close, he knew that her serene beauty was meant for his eyes alone. He didn’t like sharing those moments with others.

"You have got the time to decide," Aiden said, his tone teasing. Just as Arwen was about to respond, Jacob cleared his throat, reminding them of his presence.

Arwen’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shared of red as she realized what had just transpired.

"Delyth, these people are still your fans. You can’t let them suffer in the hands of Arwen. Even if you can’t perform, you will eventually have to return to society. How do you expect to make living if the people who once supported you turn against you? You won’t survive for long."

But Delyth remained silent, showing no signs of caring. Panicked, her agent decided to play his last card. "Delyth, I have known you for a long time, but I am not someone you can use. If I have to suffer because of this, I will make sure you suffer tenfold. You would better figure something out. Otherwise, don’t come crying to me if Mr.

Foster shows up to question you about what happened the other day."

"Are you threatening me?" Delyth asked, her face darkening with a frown.

But her agent didn’t back down. "If I have to take a loss because of something you plotted, then, yes take this as a threat. I will make sure you have no way out. So, you better come up with a solution before this spirals completely out of control," he said firmly.

Delyth clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over, but she remained silent, glaring at him with simmering anger.