MTLNOVEL Chapter 551: Grace me with your presence.
Arwen hadn't had anything specific in her mind, so when they decided to go out, she decided to dress casually.
Pairing the beige brown, turtle neck pullover with a washed deep blue pair of denim, she was good to go. "I am ready," she announced, stepping out of the closet, only to pause in her movement.
Her gaze was fixed on his frame, which looked breathtaking. Adorned in muscle muscle-fitting customised shirt, the fabric hugged his body like another skin, leaving almost nothing to imagination. Especially with his top three buttons undone, she was getting a perfect glimpse firm chest muscles.
"Do you want to change the plans?" he asked, making her glance up at him. "If you want, we can also stay back home and enjoy. I guarantee it will be full of pleasures."
Arwen felt her throat run dry. Clearing it, she quickly chided, "There is no need to change the plan. We are going out. But it would be better if you get changed into something … more comfortable."
Aiden eyed himself down before responding, "But I am already very comfortable in this. If you want me to change into something particular, you can tell me. I will happily oblige."
She opened her mouth but when she realizing what she was doing, she quickly chided herself in heart and said, "There is no need for you to oblige me. If you are comfortable with that, it's good. I don't intend to force anything on you."
Although she said that, her gaze dipped to look at his chest, feeling a surge of possessiveness within.
She was happy to have a handsome husband with a great physique. But what can she do? She has grown possessive when it comes to him. She is not just unwilling to share him, but also his looks.
"Will you not be layering it with something warm?" she asked, looking at him through the mirror while she did her hair.
Aiden was putting on his limited edition Patek Philippe watch, matching his look. "The weather has improved recently. I don't think it would be necessary. We would be carrying coats, anyway." He stared at her through the mirror before motioning her towards something he kept on the dresser. "Check and see if that matches you."
When Arwen opened the box, she was momentarily stunned. Turning on her heels, she looked back at him. Her gaze dipped to look down at his watch. "You got them in pairs?" she asked, even though it was very evident.
"It was designed in pairs. Since I got one, the other will naturally belong to you," he reasoned as though it was nothing special.
But if it hasn't been special, wouldn't everyone have their hands on these pairs?
She pulled the watch out of the box before wearing it on her wrist. Irrelevant to say, it not just suited her complexion but also matched her aura. "I liked it," she said, turning to look at herself in the mirror.
Aiden watched her and smiled. When their gaze met through the reflection, time paused for a moment.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded. "Almost."
"Then I will wait for you in the car." Saying that, he walked out of the room.
Arwen put on some basic makeup. Once done, she also walked out of the room.
But just as she was about to descend the stairs, her phone rang. She paused in her steps and fished her phone out of her bag. Her gaze glittered when she saw Granna's name appear on the screen.
Letting a soft smile lift her lips at the corners, she pressed to answer the call. "Granna," she greeted lovingly as she had always greeted her.
"Wennie, did I disturb you?" Brenda's voice came weak and frail, making Arwen halt immediately.
"You didn't, Granna," she said immediately. "What's wrong? Are you unwell?" She remembered the last time she saw her in her office. Even then, she looked a little too weak and old. But when Mia pieced it with her, she found it normal.
"Oh, that's nothing major, sweetheart. The change in weather hasn't been great. A minor, simple cold has made me sound weak. Else, everything is fine. There is nothing to worry about."
Brenda knew she couldn't always say that she was fine when, in actuality, she was getting weaker and weaker. So, she lied, wrapping it with a small truth.
"Did you see the doctor, Granna?" Arwen asked worriedly. She descended the stairs, walking into the living room, only to spot Aiden standing at the door, waiting for her.
Brenda hummed through the line. "I did, and he prescribed the medicines which I have been taking duly. But let's not discuss that now," she huffed with slight irritation. "You will make me forget what I called you for."
Arwen pursed her lips as her gaze met Aiden's. "Granna, can you not make it sound like you only call when you have reasons to? I am your granddaughter. We don't share transactional bond, but a true one that's formed from the bottom of two hearts."
Aiden's eyes flashed with coldness, but before Arwen could notice it, he masked it away.
"Okay, Granna," she relented when she didn't hear the old woman speaking from the other end of the call. "Tell me. For what did you call me?"
"It's a weekend today, Wennie," Brenda mentioned, adding, "I called to ask if you two have any plans in the evening. If there isn't anything that you are doing, grace this old woman with your presence. Staying alone sometimes becomes boring."
Arwen's gaze darted to look at Aiden. She slowly said, "We have some plans, Granna." Although there was nothing in particular, they were going out. "But we will be done by evening. We will visit you for dinner. We will, right, husband?"
Aiden's fingers clenched into fists inside the pocket. He would have refused, but when he saw her dazzling gaze that was expecting him to agree with her, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her.
Nodding, he hummed. "We will."
"Did you hear, Granna," she asked through the line. "We will grace you with our presence during the dinner. So, wait for us."