Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: Instead, it freed me completely.

Back in the car, Arwen turned to look at Aiden, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion as though she couldn’t quite understand what was wrong.

"What happened to you?" she asked, not able to take his sullen expression anymore. "You have barely spoken a word since we left the party. Did something upset you?"

However, he didn’t respond. His hand simply rested on the steering wheel, manoeuvring it with practised precision.

She gave him the time, waiting for him to speak, but even after several seconds, he didn’t make the slightest effort to answer her. She pursed her lips.

"Husband, you —"

Just then, the car came to an abrupt halt, making her gasp. She turned toward the road, but finding it lazily empty, she didn’t understand the reason for stopping.

Glancing back at Aiden, she opened her mouth to ask, but before she could, he turned to face her. His eyes held a deep, simmering resentment —one that almost felt too familiar.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice low yet sharp enough to cut through the stillness.

Her brows knitted tighter. "What are you talking about? What did I do?" She wasn’t pretending —she truly had no idea.

Aiden stared at her for a moment, as though searching her face for something. Then, with rudeness that made her flinch, he looked away and slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

"Aiden!"

Arwen’s hands shot forward on instinct, grabbing his to stop him from hurting himself again. "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

She examined his knuckles with concern. He had hit it hard —so hard that she feared it might bruise —but he didn’t even flinch, his jaws clenching instead.

"You —" She wanted to rebuke him, but when she saw how angry he looked —not at her, but at himself —she couldn’t bring herself to scold him. "Don’t ever hurt yourself like this. It’s not a solution, you know."

Aiden didn’t hum or respond. He simply turned his face toward the window, his shoulders tense, still holding back whatever storm raged inside him.

Arwen couldn’t stand the distance he was forcing between them. She reached up, cupping his face firmly, turning it toward her.

When he resisted, she spoke with quiet authority. "Aiden, look at me. Now."

This time, he gave in.

When their eyes met, she saw it —the same resentment, the same anguish — as if he was brutally blaming himself for something.

Her brows furrowed, and she asked, "Will you please tell me what this is all about?" With one look, she could tell that he didn’t want to, so she pressed. "Although I really want the power to read your mind, I truly can’t. So, tell me, husband, what’s bothering you? Please." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

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