Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694: Let’s sign a pact.

The next day —

In the morning, when Arwen and Aiden came down for breakfast, Morgan was already waiting for them.

"Good morning, Grandpa," Arwen greeted him with a smile before pulling a chair for herself.

Morgan’s usual stern features softened, and he returned her smile warmly. "Good morning, dear."

Aiden, however, didn’t bother. He merely cast a brief glance in Morgan’s direction before lowering himself into the chair beside her.

Arwen nudged him with a slight frown. "What are you doing? Shouldn’t you greet grandpa in the morning, at least?"

"He doesn’t seem to need it," Aiden replied with a poker face. "Given the way he is smiling, his morning already seems great."

Arwen pursed her lips in exasperation, while Morgan looked entirely unbothered —almost as if he had long grown accustomed to Aiden’s stoic ways.

"Arwen," Morgan said gently, pouring himself some tea. "Don’t trouble yourself. This grandson of mine has never been good with words. I am fine as long as his heart is in the right place."

Aiden was still unbothered. He heard it but pretended as if he didn’t while he poured Arwen a glass of fresh juice.

Arwen gave him a long stare, but in the end, she chose not to intervene in the unique dynamic he shared with his grandfather. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice dropping so only Aiden could hear.

"I am not asking you to change," she whispered, "but you’d better not let our kids pick up the same attitude. I want our children to be gentle and humble with their words."

Aiden turned to her, eyes narrowing with interest.

"Don’t stare at me like that. I am speaking seriously," she insisted, her tone firm.

His gaze darkened, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Are you looking down at my manners, Moon?"

"What if I am?" she retorted, tilting her chin defiantly.

Aiden’s hand shot up to grasp her chin, pulling her slightly closer until their eyes locked. "Then I will have to learn to be a proper hooligan," he murmured, lips curling into a smirk. "Can’t make you look like a liar, can I?"

"You—" Arwen frowned, but when she saw that teasing smirk deepen, she pressed her lips together and jerked her chin free. "I am not talking to you anymore."

"Why? What did I do? Wasn’t it you who asked me to learn to be a hooligan?" he asked, blinking innocently.

If Arwen hadn’t known better, she would have almost thought that she would have thoughts she was bullying him.

However, with time, she has started to understand his tricks well.

Squinting her eyes, she simply called out. "Mr. Jones!"

"Yes, Madam," Mr. Jones stepped forward almost instantly.

"It’s getting late," she said, her eyes still fixed on Aiden. "Please serve the breakfast. Your Sir has to leave for the office soon."

"Yes, Madam."

And with that, she gave one last chiding glance at Aiden and then turned to focus on her plate.

Morgan chuckled quietly behind his teacup. He said nothing, but the fond amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.

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