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

The next day —

In the afternoon, Arwen was getting ready to go out. Since she didn't have plans of going to the company, she had dressed herself in a blue fitted flared jeans and a classy white shirt — more casual than usual.

Putting on her usual scent, she turned around to look, but the room felt unusually empty.

Walking out, she looked around, but she couldn't find any trace. Crossing the corridor, she was about to descend the steps when she spotted the butler.

"Mr. Jones," she called, and the man turned in her direction.

"Yes, Madam?"

"Did you see Aiden?" Her eyes darted to look around, but again, she wasn't even in the living room.

"Sir is in his study," Mr. Jones responded, adding. "I had sent someone to bring him the tea there. He seems to be working."

Arwen pressed her lips in a thin line. He was working again. Was it so difficult for him to take rest for even two days straight? She shook her head internally at the thought.

And as if Mr. Jones could read her thoughts, he spoke on his own. "Sir has been working since a very young age. Over the years, work hasn't become an addiction but a habit that's hard to change."

She blinked, but when she caught the kind smile on the old butler's face, she smiled back, nodding.

"I have notified Alfred of your plans," Mr. Jones said again, "He is ready with the car."

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. I would leave in a while." Arwen smiled, and the butler retreated.

Once he was gone, Arwen turned to look in the direction of the study and headed there.

And just as Mr. Jones had said, Aiden was sitting behind his desk, in the same chair she had sat in yesterday night.

He was focused on reading the document that was set in front of him, and it would be a lie if she said she hated seeing him so engrossed in something.

How could she when he looked so breathtakingly handsome while doing that?

She didn't get to stare him like that for long because right after she appeared, he glanced up, sensing her presence.

"I got to know that you aren't actually a workaholic," she mentioned, stepping inside and walking to his side before leaning on his desk, right in front of him. "Instead, work has become a habit that you cannot change anymore."

Aiden raised his one brow before pushing his chair a little to make space for her.

However, she didn't move. She stood, keeping her ass supported by the edge of the desk, pretending to not notice his small intent of having her close. "What? You won't explain it?"

He stared at her for a moment before lifting his lips in a small smirk. "Explain?" he asked, "I didn't think you were looking for an explanation."

"What if I was?" She arched her brow in a challenge. "I remember asking you to take a rest from work for a few days so that you could recover well. I didn't expect you to sit here to work the very next day?"

"Are you disappointed?" Aiden asked, and she simply raised her chin, countering him.

"Should I be not?" Her gaze shifted to look at her diary that still laid on the desk the way she left it the last night. "Two nights before, I was engrossed with something and out of raw jealousy, you got yourself sick. How can I not show my disappointment when you act the same?"

"So, you are jealous as well?"

She shook her head. "I don't get jealous of such things. I am just upset that you aren't resting as I asked you to."

Aiden's hand extended to reach her out, and in the very next second, she was tugged to sit on his lap. His movements were so sudden and so swift that she couldn't register them in time.

She only realized it when she was already sitting on him, with her body pressed against him.

"You —"

"Shh!" he shushed her, pressing his fingers against her lips. "Let me coddle my upset wife first." He then leaned in and pressed his lips softly against her as if truly coaxing her.

Then, pulling away, he said, "Work might have become a habit hard to let go, but there is something that always stands above it—above everything that I wouldn't forsake ever."

"What?" she asked, narrowing her gaze a little at him.

"You," he replied, staring right in her eyes, "You stand above all. As long as you disapprove of it, it will change. Even if it's a habit that's difficult to change."

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't really mean she was upset. She just said to make sure he doesn't overexert himself and rest for a while.

"Really?"

He nodded, explaining, "I would have rested, but Emyr brought an important file yesterday that needs my attention. I just sat down to look into it. Once done, I would go rest as you have instructed me to."

Her lips curled in a smile. "Aren't you too obedient, husband?"

"A husband should be obedient to his wife," he replied, and she nodded back.

"He should," she said. Then, taking a deep breath, she pressed her hands over both of his shoulders. "Fine, work on it then. But remember, don't overexert yourself. Rest properly, and I will be back in the evening."

With that said, she was ready to get off him and leave. But right when she would have, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in her place.

"Moon," he called gently, but there was something in his tone that stirred a little flutter in the core of her stomach. She turned to look at him, only to hear him say, "Don't you think you are forgetting something?"

She blinked, confused. "Huh?"

"The bribe," he mentioned with a smirk, and she was caught off guard.

He can't be serious.

"You —"

Before she could say anything, his lips came crashing onto hers.