Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Picture albums.

Chapter 307: Picture albums.

Arwen gave a small smile to Mr.

Jones, ready to leave.

But just when she was about to, she caught the sight of a glass jar on one of the shelves, right beside a stack of few books.

She could see silver star shapes shining there.  “What’s that?” she asked intrigued.

Before Mr.

Jones could answer her, she already walked to the shelf, raising her hand to get the jar.

But her height couldn’t match up.

She turned to look around once.

Finding the chair on the side, she dragged it to the shelf before climbing up to get the jar down.  “Madam,” the butler called in panic, adding, “Please be careful.

The chair isn’t at its best, you will hurt yourself.”  “Don’t worry, Mr.

Jones,” Arwen spoke with a smile.

“I will be careful.” Saying that, she climbed up the chair and was finally able to get her hands on the jar.  Her eyes twinkled, finding the familiar shapes.

Isn’t this made out of chocolate wrappers?” she asked, opening the cap and pulling out one star.

“I know this chocolate.

This used to be my favourite.

I never knew your young master was a fan of it too.”  She said and then showed it to the butler with slight excitement.

“Did he make it?’ she asked and with slight hesitation, Mr.

Jones nodded.  Arwen smiled.

“We share another thing in common then,” she mumbled to herself before handing the jar to Mr.

Jones.

“I need to go now, Mr.

Jones.

My meeting is scheduled in another 10 minutes.”  The butler nodded and Arwen walked out of the room.

Once she was gone, Mr.

Jones took the much-needed breather.

He looked at the jar of chocolates in his hand and sighed.  The jar of stars was prepared by Aiden.

But it wasn’t because he liked the chocolate, but rather because he remembered Arwen loving it.

He ate it in her remembrance and he folded a star out of every wrapper, wishing to have her back in his life, by his side.  A warm smile curled his lips when suddenly he halted with the thought of something, as if he suddenly remembered something that he had almost forgotten.  Quickly moving, he walked to the desk.

Keeping the jar aside, he opened the drawer to check something.

But apart from the picture that Arwen had seen earlier, he couldn’t find anything else.

His brows furrowed in a frown as he rummaged through the other drawers in search of something.

But the rest all others were as empty as Arwen had seen.  “Where did it go?” he mumbled the question himself before checking on the desk and then going through the book.

Finally, his hand paused at one book.

He flipped it again and found something stuck between the pages.

Pulling out the picture, Mr.

Jones took a breath of relief.  He dared not think what would have happened if this one picture had gone missing.  Aiden might not have come to this room for months now.

But that was only because he had Arwen by his side now.

Otherwise, till the day Arwen hadn’t stepped in, all the nights he would been staying in here, looking at this one picture.   Mr.

Jones glanced at the picture, his gaze regaining the warmth from before.

Although the pair posing in the picture looked quite young, still one could see how good they looked together.

They looked like the match made for each other.  He hadn’t seen Aiden smiling ever as he was smiling there in the picture.

His cold facial features unusually carried the warmth that matched the girl’s demeanour.

It was he had purposefully made himself look compatible to her.   “Thank goodness,” he muttered under his breath.

“It’s a relief that the lady didn’t get her hands on this one.

otherwise, it would have been so hard to explain it to her.” He then kept the picture back in the book before lining it back between the other books.  ***  Meanwhile, back in the room, Arwen was sitting through another meeting.

Although she was hearing them intently, her thoughts were still wandering back to the picture she had seen back in the room.

One where Aiden was standing with his friend.  It wasn’t the presence of the girl that was bothering her.

Rather it was Aiden.

She was feeling again and again the familiarity was not something simple.

It was as if she was forgetting him from his life.  But how was that even possible?  And if she was forgetting him, why was he not complaining?  Could it be that he even forgot her like she did?  It wasn’t making sense, yet she couldn’t bring herself to shrug it off.

The thought has clung to her stubbornly.  “Ma’am, what do you think?” suddenly someone asked over the conference and Arwen was pulled back from her thoughts.

She blinked a few times, before gathering back what she had heard.  Clearing her throat, she said, “Oh, I think I would still want to go through the details.

How about you send me the detailed report.

And I will reach back to your team once I make myself clear about it.”  The person, who had asked previously, nodded.

“Okay, Ma’am.

I will send it right away.”  Arwen nodded.

“Great.

Then that’s it for today.

You guys can get back to your routine.” With that, she disconnected the call and reached for her phone.  Thinking back, she finally dialled Margaret’s number.

After a few rings, the call was answered.  “Arwen,” Margaret said and Arwen hummed back to her before speaking.

“Aunt Margaret, I hope I am not disturbing you.”  “No, not at all,” Margaret replied, asking further, “Tell me what you called for?

Is there anything?”  Arwen thought back about the picture and nodded.

“Yes, there is something that I need your help with.” She said and the line paused for a second.  Sensing there was something wrong on Arwen’s side.

Margaret slowly asked, “Yes sure.

But will you tell me what happened?

Are you tensed?”  Arwen quickly refused.

“No, no, no, Aunt Margaret, there is nothing serious.

I just completed a meeting with the marketing team and maybe under the effect of it.

But it’s fine, I will get better in another few minutes.”  “Oh,” Margaret said in understanding, before asking, “Then what is it that you are looking me for?”  “Oh, it’s about my picture albums,” Arwen immediately responded.

“I called to ask if you can send them to me.”