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

Ryan had always found Aiden's face familiar. It had struck a chord in his memory —an itch he couldn't quite scratch.

But today, he remembered.

He remembered it all clearly.

How could he not, when he had just recalled the incident where he had met him for the first time?

At the hospital. It was him.

It was he who had brought Arwen to the hospital. He had saved her that day.

And today, he was standing there by her side as her husband. This … was this a coincidence?

How could it be?

It was just too much to be a coincidence.

Ryan couldn't understand. He tried to, but everything felt just too much to understand.

Not knowing what to do or who to ask, he grabbed his phone to ring up the only person who had been there with him when all that happened.

As he dialled the number, her heard it ring. He waited for the other end to get answered. But for some reason, no one responded. Just when the call was about to die away, the voice came through.

"Ryan!" came the voice, a little surprised.

"Daniel, where are you right now?" Ryan asked, urgency lacing her voice.

Daniel paused on the line when he heard him. "In the office. Why? What's wrong?"

"Let's meet, Daniel," Ryan said, already pushing the chair and standing up.

"Now?" Daniel asked, not understanding.

"Yes."

"But I am amidst something, Ryan. And it's important. I can't leave until it's done."

Ryan paused in his steps, his brows furrowing a little. "How long will it take?"

"Probably, another hour," Daniel replied.

"Fine, I will wait for you at my place. Come when you are done."

Daniel hummed. "Okay. I will be there." And with that, they disconnected the call, and Ryan left the restaurant.

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Meanwhile, in another private room —

The food had been served already.

And since Arwen hadn't had anything the entire afternoon, found herself hungrier than she realized. She was almost embarrassed by how famished she felt.

But even so, her poise never faltered. Sitting next to Aiden at the elegantly set table, she ate slowly and gracefully, listening quietly to the ongoing conversation between Aiden and Director Thompson.

At first, the business talk meant little to her. It was all numbers and logistics, and market forecast that she had no prior information about. But slowly, bits of it began to make sense, and she connected the dots between the proposal and the collaboration they were discussing.

Still, if she was being honest, she was too bored with it. Even at the office, she does nothing different. It's the same, so she made the meal the highlight instead.

Every dish seemed tailored to her preference —perfect seasoning, beautiful presentation and exactly what she craved. So, she enjoyed it.

She finished her steak and reached for her glass of water, only to find it nearly empty.

Before she could ask for a refill, Aiden —without breaking his conversation —reached across and picked up the glass, pouring water into it from the jug nearby and setting it back in front of her.

Arwen stilled, caught off guard by the gesture.

So did Mr. Thompson, who paused mid-sentence, momentarily distracted by the smooth, instinctive care the aloof CEO displayed.

Aiden, however, acted as if nothing had happened, his attention seamlessly returning to the business discussion.

Arwen smiled faintly, her fingers curling around the glass. He might seem too engrossed in the conversation, but she knew even amidst that his attentiveness was still towards her. He had her in his eyes, even when he wasn't looking at her.

How could he leave her in the hospital in such a situation when he couldn't even let go of her during a simple meal?

That's something she still couldn't bring herself to understand.

Her expression shifted subtly as she lost herself in her thoughts.

Her trance only snapped when she felt something move around her. As she turned to look, she saw Mr. Thompson already getting up from his chair.

She turned to Aiden, and when she saw him rising as well, she followed to stand up as well.

"Since we have already discussed, our team will soon reach out for further discussion," Mr. Thompson said, extending his hand to shake with Aiden.

Aiden gave it a firm shake before nodding. "Emyr will follow up hereafter."

The director smiled and nodded back. He then turned to Arwen and said, "Mrs. Winslow, thank you for joining us. I hope I will get a chance soon again."

Arwen smiled to reciprocate. "I am sure, we will. Have a nice day!"

And with that, Mr. Thompson left. Emyr went to escort him out, while Arwen and Aiden remained behind.

Arwen watched them leave, and only when they were out of her vision did she turn to look at Aiden.

"You —"

Before she could speak, his strong, firm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her up for a heated kiss.

Arwen's hand went to press against his chest, trying to push him, but his hold around her felt too firm.

The kiss was powerful. Although she tried to resist it first, not long after, she couldn't help but submit to his passion, matching his frevor.

Only when he was satisfied, he let her go.

Arwen panted, trying to catch her breath. "You — at … least you should have given me a chance to explain," she said, glaring at him.

Who does that?

"Explain!" Aiden said, looking into her.

And she pursed her lips. "After punishing me, you want me to explain. Do you think I will agree?"

Aiden didn't answer. He just kept staring at her, and she wanted to stomp on his feet.

How dare he bully her like this?

"You — fine, I will tell you. But before that, you need to tell me something. Only when you promise to answer me, will I tell you why I was here today."

She waited for him to agree.

Aiden's gaze squinted a little, but he eventually nodded.