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

The voice was soft and deep, but it made Arwen's breath hitch in surprise. Glancing up, she found Aiden standing leaning on the door, his arms folded at his front.

One look and she knew he was here to tease her.

This was why she wasn't ready to take the risk of waking him up.

He arched his brow at her, and she cleared her throat, coughing out gently. "Why did you come down? Weren't you sleeping just fine?"

Aiden pushed himself off the doorframe before getting his posture straighter. Then nodding, he walked in. "Yes, I was sleeping. However, in my dream, I heard someone mumble close to my ear for not eating their dinner properly."

"I —" Arwen was taken aback, slightly.

Did he hear it all?

Her brows furrowed, but then she shook off that suspicion. While she was talking to him in his sleep, she sensed his even breathing —and throughout, it hasn't changed even for a briefest second. He was sleeping at that time.

There is no way he would have heard her?

Holding on to her belief, she spoke in a mock defiant tone. "Who needs you? I just need the internet and my phone. And I would do it myself." With that, she was about to turn and leave to get her phone.

However, her arm was held back, and before she could turn and ask him what he was doing, she was tugged by the force to get pinned between his frame and the kitchen counter.

She looked to her sides, finding herself locked between his arms. "You —"

"There is no need for the phone or internet for preparing a bowl instant noodles," Aiden said, staring down at her face, a smirk ghosting at the corner of his lip.

Arwen narrowed her gaze at him. "And do you think I need you to teach me that?"

He shook his head. "Not me," he said, bringing up the wrapper she had emptied the noodles from. "But you can learn it from back this."

Her gaze darted to look at it, only to make her brows knit in the process.

"The process of instant recipes is often mentioned on the back of the product package," he explained, and in the next second, she left to take it in her hand to check.

Her eyes zoomed in on the method of cooking written. "Really, it's there. How did you know?"

Aiden smiled, finding her expression adorable. He pinched her cheek gently, and when she glared up at him, he replied, "Because that's how they are packed for the customers. The easier the consumers find it to cook, the more their sales will be. It's correlated."

Of course, she knew this simple theory as well.

How did she not use her brain earlier?

"Fine," she cleared her throat and added. "I got it. I can make it now." She went to read the process and realized what she was missing the entire time. She hasn't put on the flame.

How stupid …

If Aiden hadn't been standing just in front of her, she would have scolded herself for being such an embarrassment. But since he was there, she simply shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and offered, "Even you didn't have your dinner properly earlier. Do you want to have some noodles? I can cook it for you as well."

He stared at her for a long moment, and just when she would have revoked her offer, he spoke, "Tell me, where are they kept? I will bring you another packet."

She hid her smile and then pointed in the direction from which she got it. "In that cabinet."

Aiden nodded and then freed her from the cage of his arm and went to grab another pack of instant noodles.

Once he brought it, Arwen put everything in the pot and switched on the stove. Seeing it finally simmering, a smile rose on her lips, and she almost clapped in success. "Yes, finally. I learned how to cook them."

Aiden watched her and chuckled. When she looked at him, he shrugged and said, "You could have asked me. I would have prepared your favourite pasta."

"Who said I want to have pasta all the time?" she pursed her lips. Then, jutting her chin to the pot, she said, "I wanted to have noodles, so I am cooking them. And since I am also cooking for you, you shouldn't spoil my mood"

He nodded as if he understood, while she went back to see her noodles getting done.

Once the time was up, she put out the flame and ordered, "Can you get me two bowls now?"

Aiden nodded and went to retrieve two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.

While Arwen served them the noodles, he poured soy milk into two glasses.

"What are you doing?" she asked in the middle, only to be met with his warm, gentle gaze.

"The flavour of noodles you chose is the spiciest. We would need these."

She frowned, looking down at the pot. She had served on the bowl, but she was yet to serve another. "But you can't eat spicy. How —"

"It's fine. I can eat them now." He said, but she looked unconvinced.

"You —"

"Moon, careful."

He warned, and it was only then that Arwen saw that she had tilted the vessel the wrong way. If not careful, she would end up burning herself.

"Oh, I am fine," she said before pouring out the remaining noodles in another bowl and keeping it aside. "I can cook you a less spicy one if you want. It won't take time."

Aiden shook his head before taking the bowls to the table. "It won't be as spicy as the one we had near the school. So, it's fine."

She followed him, settled down at the dining table. "Still, if you find it uncomfortable, let me know. We have ice cream as well."

He nodded, and they began having it.

Aiden hadn't said it wrong. It was spicy … very spicy. Arwen turned to look at him. But seeing him, having it without getting affected, she asked, "Are you really fine? Should I get you some ice cream?"

He paused and turned to look at her. He didn't respond immediately, instead he leaned in and tug her closer and pressed their lips together.

Arwen opened her lips to retort, only to give him the chance to push his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss came unexpectedly, but she couldn't stop herself from relishing it.

When he finally pulled away, she blinked at him in confusion. "What was that?"

"Moon's kiss is better than any ice cream," he said, and she touched her lips, trying to find a retort. But she couldn't.

He smirked, reading her expression too well.

"You … you …"

"What? You want to ask more in detail?" he teased, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"What if, I want to ask? Will you tell me?"

Aiden held her chin. "Why not? I can —" he was leaning in, however, just when he would have closed up, she pressed a finger on his chest, keeping the distance between them.

"Then, tell me," She prompted. "Why do you call me Moon? Is it a memory, you can't forget? Or is there a special meaning attached to it?"