Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: He looked like a dog.

Chapter 337: He looked like a dog.

The next day.  Arwen and Gianna were sitting at the dining table having their breakfast when Arwen glanced up and frowned.  “What happened to you?” Her eyes darted to Gianna’s plate.

“Why aren’t you having anything properly?

Are you feeling well?

Do you want to eat something else?” she asked, ready to call Mr.

Jones to request the chefs.  But Gianna shook her head.

“I am feeling fine and I am having it,” she said taking a spoon of congee in her mouth.

“It will just take some time for me to finish it.”  Arwen eyed her suspiciously.

But she didn’t say more.

She thought it was because of her casual mood swings.

“Fine, then take your time.” She pushed the chair back and stood up.

“I need to go to the company today.

But if you need anything, you can call me or tell Mr.

Jones anytime.”  Gianna nodded to her and saw her turn to leave.  Arwen had taken a step ahead when she halted to turn back.

“Oh, yes, Anna,” she spoke, suddenly remembering, “I will be later going to Foster Mansion for dinner tonight.

Do you want to come along?”  Gianna was still lost in some other thoughts, so it took her a while to register what Arwen was speaking.

Still not sure what she heard, she asked to confirm, “Wait what did you say?

You are going to the Fosters?”  Arwen nodded, a slight furrow appearing between her brows.

“Yes, it’s for dinner,” she said, her voice reflecting the slight reluctance she was feeling.

“Aunt Beca called and invited me, and I agreed.”  “But why did she do that?

I mean your relationship is already over with them.

Why does she still need you to visit them during dinners?” Gianna frowned at the idea.

“Furthermore, Ryan could also be there.

He would again make things difficult for you.”  “He wouldn’t.” Arwen shook her head, a confidence brimming in her gaze.

“I wouldn’t allow him to make things difficult for me anymore.

I am just going there for Aunt Beca,” she said, her voice warm with emotion.

“Although my arrangement with Ryan had already been over, my connection with Aunt Beca never was solely connected because of Ryan.

Instead, she has treated me more like a daughter.

She made sure to attend all my performances and important events of my life so that I don’t miss my mother.

So, just because I share no ties with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I will estrange her too.”  Gianna nodded, understanding.

“I know,” she said, but her brows still remained furrowed.

“I was just telling you because yesterday when I saw Ryan, I felt that his attitude towards you had changed.

His gaze didn’t look hostile towards you anymore.”  “He looked like a puppy,” she continued but then shook her head, feeling something wrong with her words.

“No, he looked like a dog, the ugliest one at that, who had gotten brutally abandoned by his master because of his own misdeeds.

And now regretting, he was willing to even eat the sh*t if that could get him back again, closer to his master.” Arwen felt speechless at the analogy… Could her friend be any better at showing her hate towards Ryan?  Shaking her head internally, she knew she couldn’t be very sure.

Hence, she didn’t comment on that and simply said, “Anna, eating sh*t would make one stink.

I have no interest in torturing my senses.

So, I would always avoid it, don’t worry.”  Gianna nodded.

It wasn’t like she didn’t believe Arwen, rather it was more like she didn’t believe that dog of a man.  “So, do you want to come along?” Arwen asked again.

“If you are, then I will drop by home in the afternoon and we will go together.”  “I think I will skip that, Wenna,” Gianna said before gesturing towards her legs.

“Not just because I won’t be comfortable walking around much.

But also, because the dinner might not remain as peaceful as you want if by any chance I see Ryan there.

So, not taking me along will be in the best interest.”  Arwen pressed her lips in a thin line, but she agreed with what Gianna said.

She wasn’t sure if Ryan would be there or not, but if he by any means is present there and she took Gianna along, she wouldn’t be sure of how the night would end at the last.  So, considering it wisely, she said, “Okay then ask the chefs to prepare the dinner.

I will be back after completing the dinner.”  Gianna nodded.  Arwen’s gaze once again went down to her plate and she sighed, finding it as it had been before, barely touched.

“And complete your breakfast.

You haven’t eaten at all.

Don’t leave the table without finishing it.

Did you get it?”  Gianna glanced down at her plate and snorted.

“I will try my best.”  “Fine, at least then,” Arwen said, and then shaking her head, she checked the time on her watch.

“Okay then, I will get going first.

See you soon.”  With that, she turned to leave finally.

Halfway to the living hall, Mr.

Jones came and informed, “Madam, Alfred is ready with the car, waiting for you.”  Arwen reciprocated him with a smile, nodding.

“Thank you, Mr.

Jones,” she said and then elegantly, walked out of the house.

Slipping into the car, she soon drove away.  Once she was gone, Mr.

Jones returned inside.

He wanted to the dining hall and seeing Gianna sitting there, he politely asked, “Ms.

Griffin, do you need anything?”  Gianna shook her head.

“No, Mr.

Jones,” she politely replied.

“I will just finish this and that would be all.”  Mt.

Jones nodded.

“Okay then.

Let me know if you need anything.

I will be around.”  After he left, Gianna resumed.

As she ate, her thoughts remained somewhere else.

And soon, a furrow appeared between her brows.

Her movements paused and in the next second, she kept the fork down and pushed the chair to stand up.  “Mr.

Jones, I am done.

I will go back to my room,” she said, sounding in haste.

Before the butler could reciprocate, she was already off.