Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Doesn’t that makes her your elder sister?

Chapter 273: Doesn’t that makes her your elder sister?

“Mr.

Winslow, what exactly did you say or do to my friend?” Arwen asked, her gaze narrowed at Aiden.  Aiden raised a brow at her, feigning complete innocence.

“What did I do?”  “That’s what I am asking you.

What did you do?” she repeated.

She might not have said anything all this while because Carl, Eira and Amelia were around.

But it wasn’t that she didn’t notice that Gianna had been behaving strangely since Aiden showed up.

There was something surely.  He shrugged.

“I didn’t nothing.”  Arwen took her steps to him.

Standing right in front of him, she looked up, further narrowing her eyes.

“You want me to believe that?” she said, her voice coming soft but clearly carrying confidence.

“Gianna was clearly looking out of the place today which shouldn’t have been the case given you two had known each other.

Why was that?”  Aiden leaned down and pressed his lips on her forehead.

And Arwen quickly stepped a step back.

“Don’t husband,” she warned but her voice faltered.

“Don’t try to switch our conversation with a kiss like that.

I am serious here.

Gianna is important to me and I want to know what’s bothering her.”  She was serious but for obvious reasons, Aiden’s kiss held an effect on her, making her flush instantly.

Aiden shook his head.

“You got it wrong,” he said, pulling her back in his embrace.

His arms rested around her waist, keeping her close.

“I didn’t intend to switch our conversation.”  “Really?” Arwen asked as if she couldn’t believe him.

“Then what else explains your sudden affection?”  “You looked adorable, advocating against me just now,” he said, continuing.

“I couldn’t stop myself from stealing a part of you when you looked like that.” He said it with such sincerity that Arwen no longer knew what else to say.  Coughing, she said, “If that’s so insignificant, then let’s not dawdle over it.

Instead, tell me what I asked for.

Why was Gianna so uncomfortable around you.”  “If that’s the question you want to ask me, Moon,” he paused briefly as if considering something.

“Then I would suggest you ask her to get a better answer.

As for me, I can’t tell.

All I can say is that we never share a bond close enough to keep her comfortable around me.”  Arwen frowned.

“What do you mean?” As far as she has heard from Gianna, she really praised him a lot.

If not sharing a close bond, why else Gianna would be so attached to him?  Aiden’s expression hardened as he explained.

“She is the daughter of my father’s eldest daughter.

I met her once when I was young.

Other than that one time, I don’t remember any incident when I even encountered her again.” he said, and Arwen halted hearing him mention his father.  “Your father’s eldest daughter?” she repeated and Aiden glanced at her as if waiting for her to complete her question.

“Doesn’t that make her your sister?” She never heard him mention his siblings so she couldn’t help but be surprised.  “I am the only son of my mother, how can she be my sister?” Aiden asked, his lips curling in a disdainful smirk.  He might have not narrated the whole of the story, but hearing just that much was enough for Arwen to tell that the relationship he shared with his family was far more complicated than she had thought it to be.  Knowing asking more would only make him uncomfortable, she didn’t probe anymore.

Simply letting her fingers intertwine with his, she gave him a smile of understanding.  “Gianna must be stunned to see us together,” she said, continuing.

“It’s fine.

I will ask her about it when we meet next time.

For now, I am tired.

Shall we return home first?” Aiden nodded to her.

And soon they left.  ***  Meanwhile, at Ryan’s place, Ryan sat alone in his dimly lit study.

The lamp on his desk cast a stark glow on his face, but he wasn’t working.

Leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, he seemed to be resting.

From a distant look, it seemed like he was sleeping out of tiredness.

But if someone took a closer look, they would be able to tell that he was not at all sleeping.

He had simply closed his eyes tight as if trying his best to avoid something… desperately.  But failing to do so.  His fingers clenched at the arms of the chair with a strength that could tear off the leather but he simply used his strength to vent out the defeat he was feeling inside.  “No!” he growled, and his eyes snapped open, red and filled with fury.

His voice echoed in the silence.

“Arwen, you can’t shut me out of your life like this.

You can chase me away.

Not when I have tried to explain everything to you.” His words were barely above the whisper, but the desperation and frustration in his tone were unmistakable.

He couldn’t bring himself to accept this, no matter how hard he tried to.

Her indifference and her resolve to move one was just felt like killing him inside.

he almost yelled, opening his eyes.

His eyes were red in anger.

Only he knew how agonizing was the thought of seeing her with someone else.

He couldn’t even bear the thought of it, how would he have endured to actually see her with a stranger, acting as if she knew him more than she knew him?

Just the way she talked over the phone was enough to tell the stories he didn’t even want to imagine in his worst nightmare.

How would have remained calm if she had talked to someone like that right on his face?

And that was what made him change his mind.  He had gone to the address she had told him for the dinner, he couldn’t bear to walk in and witness his thoughts happening for real.

Hence he decided against it and left, accepting the defeat even if that was the last thing that his ego allowed.  “Arwen, I might not have proved it to you today.

But there is always tomorrow,” he said under his breath as if making a resolve within.

“I am not giving up on you.”