Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Was this really her?
The same night …

Aiden was working in his study when he heard hasty steps approach him.

Without lifting his gaze, he asked, “What made you panic suddenly? Did you encounter any problem in buying the shares?” he asked nonchalantly.

Emyr hesitated.

When Aiden didn’t hear him speaking even after a few seconds, he glanced up at him from the documents.

“What is it?

“Sir, someone seems to be investigating you.”

Emyr just received the information from his sources that someone is trying to investigate his boss’s identity and even beyond it.

No ripple of surprise came to Aiden’s expression. It was as if he had expected it to come sooner or later.

“Didn’t you already reveal my identity the last time? Are they not satisfied with what they come to know about me?” he asked.

Emyr’s expression turned a bit more serious than before. “Sir, it’s not Ryan Foster this time,” he said.

And Aiden seemed to pause at that. His expression remained unreadable. “Who else?”

“It’s …” Emyr hesitated for a second but then spoke, “it seems to be Madam’s grandmother.”

“Granna?” Aiden asked, skeptical.

Emyr nodded before continuing, “Yes, I received the information that someone from Davies Empir is trying to look into you and the Winslow family.”

After pondering for a moment, Aiden relaxed. “It’s fine. Let them investigate if they want to. Don’t stop.”

“But sir —” Emyr didn’t think it was right. After all, his boss’s identity has always remained mysterious.

But one gaze from Aiden was enough to put him to silence. He didn’t dare to speak more.

“She is not just anyone,” Aiden’s voice came soft, yet it held a thunder beneath. “She is not any outsider but your lady’s grandmother. She holds all the rights to investigate me and the Winslows. Don’t stop her.”

Emyr nodded. There was one thing that he realized today. As long as there is someone whom the lady respects or treats well, his boss will automatically treat them better.

Was this just too biased?

It definitely was …

But could he complain?

He couldn’t; hence, he just nodded and accepted it as a command.

Anyway, he felt that old lady wasn’t out to harm. So, it must be fine.

***

Later, deep at night, Arwen was once again enveloped in the moment of the memories that seemed to be unfamiliar yet very familiar to her.

It was a bright sunny day, and she could a see a young girl at a distance.

Arwen couldn’t move, but she could watch it all as if she was there to be the audience.

“Ide, let’s take the picture here,” a young girl said before turning her head in Arwen’s direction.

And that face stunned Arwen for a second.

This was her —her younger self.

The girl smiled before looking up at the sky. “The sunlight is just coming right in this angle, and it will make me look more beautiful. Come fast.”

Ide?

Arwen didn’t understand, and just when she thought the girl was talking to her, she heard a voice from her side and saw a young guy walking ahead.

“You don’t need a sun to make yourself look beautiful, Moon. You already are,” he said as he walked to the girl and then raised his hand slowly to brush her hair with his fingers, gently.

Arwen’s brows furrowed as she tried to understand and see the face of the boy, but it was too blurred for her to recognize him. It was as if she simply couldn’t tell what he looked like.

But how was that possible?

How could she not see him? Wasn’t he just there?

If she could see herself there —all clear and happy, then why was only the boy’s face that was coming blurred for her then?

It was as if something was stopping her from recognizing him.

Who was he? Did she know him?

As the question rose in her unconscious self, she stood staring at her young self who was happily out to click the pictures.

“This one has come nice,” the little girl said, “but it’s not perfect. Can we click another?” As she asked, the little Arwen blinked her eyes as if coaxing the guy to agree to her.

The guy didn’t agree straightforwardly. Arwen couldn’t tell his expression, but she could see him staring at little Arwen as if taking his time and considering her request.

“Ide, I know you don’t like taking pictures,” the little girl spoke again, her fingers already tugging on the boy’s sleeves gently. “But since you have already agreed to take one. We can add a few more and make it perfect, right? Can we, please?”

Arwen was stunned for a moment. She didn’t know how she should react to this.

Was this really her?

She never remembered behaving like this with anyone. Although she was young, still coaxing someone like this just to take pictures wasn’t just like her. If someone didn’t want to do something, she wouldn’t force them. After all, she was never so close with anyone to demand something.

Then who was this guy?

And why was she acting so differently with him? It was like she was too comfortable, not caring at all that the boy might think she was clingy and bothersome.

After all, since she was young, all she had tried to avoid was being clingy and bothersome to someone. Her mother has always asked her to be more understanding and mature so that people don’t dislike her and she upholds the grace of a young lady of the Quin family.

Then how come she has forgotten it all around this young boy?

Who was he?

He can’t be a stranger, given how comfortable she is around him.

And he can’t also be someone she could forget losing contact …

Then does that mean that she knew him?

If she knew, then why couldn’t she remember him?

Why couldn’t she recognize his face?

What was making it so difficult?

While she was still struggling with all those questions, she heard the little girl at the front tugging on the boy’s sleeves more fervently.

“Ide! Ide! Please. A few more pictures, can we, pleasee!!” The little girl tried more, but soon her expectant expression fell when she saw the boy shaking his head in disagreement.

Feeling displeased, she looked away from him and muttered in a tone that was barely audible. “Since when did you start rejecting me? Did you promise me to agree to all my demands? Why are you not agreeing to something so simple as clicking the picture now?”

“Because I won’t click pictures like this with just anyone?” the boy spoke, proving her this reason.

But not understanding what he meant, the girl pursed her lips and looked up at him with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“I will only click pictures with a girl who agrees to stay with me and just me … forever. I can’t let my future girlfriend be jealous of anyone,” he said, adding slowly. “So, if you want to click more pictures with me, you have to first make a promise to me.”

Arwen, who has been watching all this like a reel from the past, was taken aback for a moment.

What does this mean?

It wasn’t like she didn’t understand it. It was just that it felt unbelievable.

Was this really something that she had come across?

When did it happen?