Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: You can€™t take that elevator.

Chapter 310: You can€™t take that elevator.

Earlier when Abraham came to help, he thought the lady wanted to intrust him and make him do it all for her.

But he was left utterly surprised when he realized that Arwen truly asked him there to get a hand from him while she did it all.  His gaze never left her movements.

She might not look very skilled in the kitchen, but surprisingly all her steps and methods were well thought out.

It didn’t look like her first time, cooking the meal.

Rather she looked well accustomed to it.  But it was not fitting the picture.

The young ladies of rich families don’t spend their time in the kitchen.

They all have a team of dedicated chefs to serve them.  “Am I doing something wrong, Mr.

Abraham?” Arwen asked when she felt his gaze on herself for a bit longer.  Abraham quickly pulled himself out of his daze and shook his head.

“No, madam.

I have been looking very precisely.

You have followed the recipes well and even your measurements have been quite accurate.

It doesn’t look like your first time in the kitchen.

Have you known cooking all along?” he asked, and Arwen turned to give him a small smile.  “Of course,” she said.

“Cooking is one of the basic survival skills everyone should know.

At least the basics.

And thus I have learnt a little here and there.

But I am not professionally trained.

I can just cook a few easy things.”  Easy things?  The head chef looked down at all the dishes that Arwen had prepared.

Although they were simple things to have every day, still he saw how she had done it all.

Her efficiencies and the way she added the salt and spices for taste were definitely not basic.

It seemed like she had good knowledge of all.  However since she was saying that she only had the basic skills, he could only nod to her in understanding.  “Oh yes,” Arwen suddenly said as if she remembered something that she had forgotten.

“Mr.

Abraham, can you get me some parsley?

With that, it all will be done.”  Abraham nodded and soon brought it to her.

Arwen chopped it and added to the quinoa salad she had prepared.  Once done, she stepped back and gave a brief look at it to all before humming in self-appreciation.

“Oh, that’s almost perfect.

We pack it up now.”  Abraham nodded.

“Madam, I will do it for you.

You can go and get freshened up first.”  Arwen smiled.

“Then I will have to thank you for that.” She then turned to Mr.

Jones and instructed, “Mr.

Jones, you will have to help me call Alfred and ask him to get the car ready.

Once I change, I, myself, will take the lunch to Aiden.”  Understanding her, Mr.

Jones nodded.

Making sure she relayed it all, she undid her apron and walked out of the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Abraham turned to look at the butler.  “Mr.

Jones, first it was Sir who surprised me and now it’s Madam.

They all know how to cook yet the only time I saw them here in the kitchen is the time they wanted to cook for each other,” he said, and Mr.

Jones smiled.  “That’s not strange, or is it?” the old butler asked, and his words for a moment confused the chef.  Before he would have asked what he meant, Mr.

Jones spoke on his own.

Placing his hand in understanding on his shoulder, he said, “That’s very common in love, Abraham.

When you start loving something, for that one person you will be willing to do everything… even the things that you won’t compromise to do for yourself.”  After a while, Arwen came out, dreseed up to leave. “Mr.

Jones, Is Alfred ready?” she asked, spotting Mr.

Jones around.  The old butler nodded to her.

“Yes, Madam.

He is waiting outside for you.”  Arwen nodded.

“And the lunch box?”  “I have kept it already in the car.”  “Great then, Mr.

Jones,” she said.

“I will leave first then.” With that, she walked out.

Spotting the car right at the entrance, she slipped in before asking Alfred to start.  “You can start now, Alfred.”  Alfred nodded to her and then soon they drove out of the Winslow Estate.

As they were heading to the company, Arwen’s thoughts were full of many things.

She was thinking about anything and everything -all of it related to Aiden.  He still seemed like a mystery to her, but over the time that she had come to know him, it felt like he was not as complicated as he seemed before.

Now, she was sure of several things about him.

And that felt like an achievement that she couldn’t help but recognize every time.  “Madam, do you want me to drive towards the basement?” Alfred asked when they were near the company.  Arwen hasn’t visited the company many times.

But last when she came, she asked Alfred to drop her in the basement so that no one would see her there.

So, this time when they came again, Alfred thought to ask her before driving there.  “Oh, that won’t be needed this time, Alfred,” she said.

“You can drop me at the entrance itself.

I will walk in and take the elevator at the front itself.”  What was the use of hiding?

Almost everyone has already seen her and come to know her identity.

There was nothing to hide.  Alfred nodded and soon drove in taking the straight way to the company’s entrance.

Stopping, she stepped out to open the door for Arwen.  “Thank you,” Arwen said, as she got down the car with the lunch box in her hand.  “Madam, do you need me to give a call to Mr.

Ethan,” Alfred asked.

“He will come done to escort your personally.”  “Ah, it’s fine.

I think I can manage on my own.

Furthermore, he must be busy as well,” she said and then turned to walk in.  She was heading straight to Aiden’s private elevator, until she heard someone yell from behind.  “Hey, wait!

You can’t take that elevator.”