Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 532

Chapter 532: I have only you left with me.
After two days and nights, the news of Arwen taking over the Davies Empire has spread like wildfire throughout the city.

The information had been carefully administered by the media team under Brenda’s oversight, ensuring the release was controlled and devoid of controversy. As a result, apart from a few speculative murmurs and hearsay, the general narrative —both online and offline —was overwhelmingly positive.

Netizens were abuzz with discussions.

People were surprised, if not shocked, to discover that the mysterious Vice President behind Davies Internationals was no other than the woman they had only come to recognize as Ryan Foster’s ex-fiancée.

“She was this capable all along?”

“No wonder she didn’t think twice before breaking off her engagement with Ryan Foster. She was lethal when she did that.”

“Heh! Lethal? I would say goddess. Ryan Foster was nothing but a jerk —he openly put her down to save his sweetheart. I am glad that she chose to leave him.”

“Did you see the man she married? God! He is not just handsome, but I heard he is the young prince of the Winslow family —the first family that, along with the royals, kept the foundation of our country.”

“Their pictures together are incredible. I can stop swooning every time I see them.”

“True! They look so perfect together. One is sinfully handsome, and the other is gracefully elegant.”

Arwen couldn’t help the slight curl of her lips at the comment. With a light tap of her finger, she took a screenshot and saved it quietly.

Mia, who had been standing behind her, didn’t understand at first. But when she peeked at the screen and read the comment, realization dawned —and so did a smile.

“Ma’am, you have become an idol for them,” she said, her voice tinged with admiration. “You have now gotten fans. They are not just admiring your beauty and grace, but also your achievements. There are even a few young groups who have created their fan accounts.”

Arwen chuckled, hearing her. But there was no hint of fulfilment in her expression. Her gaze remained cool, reflective. It was as though those admirations didn’t move her at all.

“Are you not satisfied with it, ma’am?” the secretary asked curiously. She had seen people craving this kind of attention, and yet Arwen regarded it so casually, as if it were nothing special.

Arwen glanced at her, her lips curling again in a faint smile. “I am not a model or an actress, Mia. These comments are flattering, yes, and they made me smile —but in the end, they mean little. Public opinions are fickle. The same people who praise you today might drag you down tomorrow if you make a choice that doesn’t fit their expectations. So giving them importance is not worth it. Not at least until, they help me earn.”

“It seems I didn’t groom you badly,” came a familiar voice.

Right at that moment, the door of her office opened, and Brenda walked in, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Good to see you finally sitting here.”

Arwen smiled and, pushing her chair back gently, stood up. She walked over and wrapped her arms around her grandmother. “Granna, you are here.”

“Of course,” Brenda said, gesturing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I had to come to finalize the last of the official procedures. After today, you are taking over completely.”

“Taking over completely?” Arwen’s gaze narrowed briefly before she shrugged casually and said, “I am taking the position of CEO …”

Brenda gave a knowing smile, and suddenly it dawned upon Arwen —

“Granna, you —”

Before she could say anything, Brenda raised her hand to stop her. “I know what you are going to say, Wennie. But I am old now. I can’t keep dragging this out until my end. I want to enjoy the time I have left without being buried in board meetings and business plans. Let me have some peace before my last day comes.”

“What the hell are you saying, Granna?” Arwen frowned, clearly not liking the direction of the conversation. “Last day? Since when have you started thinking like that? You always insisted you were young and still growing. Why are you suddenly acting like you are … nearing the end?”

Brenda’s gaze dimmed slightly as she looked at Arwen —an emotion flickering in her eyes that was difficult to decipher.

Arwen shifted uncomfortably. An unknown fear crept into her heart, making her feel restless. She was about to ask — into her heart, making her feel restless inside.

But just as she would have, Brenda let out a soft chuckle, breaking the silence that had begun to feel too heavy.

“Because I have no other way to make you agree, sweetheart,” she said with a playful glint. “You will only listen when I play the emotional card.”

Arwen rolled her eyes, though the tension in her chest didn’t quite ease. “Granna, I don’t like it when you talk like that.”

“Then you agree to it,” Brenda replied with a raised brow. “And I will have no reason left to use such tricks on you.”

Before Arwen could respond, the door of her office creaked open again, and Margaret stepped in with a neatly prepared file in her hands.

She smiled at Arwen first, then turned toward Brenda. “Madam, the documents are ready, just as you requested.”

Brenda gave a satisfied nod and then gestured to the desk. “Shall we then?”

Arwen hesitated, her gaze flickering between the file, Margaret, and her grandmother.

She wasn’t ready. Not entirely.

But something in her grandmother, though subtle, felt different. Maybe it was the slightly deeper lines on her face or the tired edge to her smile. She still stood proud, still carried the legacy with grace, but Arwen couldn’t ignore how much older and frailer she seemed.

Maybe she was just being paranoid. Or maybe for the first time, she was really seeing her.

Still, no matter how uncertain she felt, Arwen couldn’t bring herself to say no.

She walked toward the desk quietly and sat down. Then, gesturing to the old lady to the chair across from her, she said, “Only on a condition. Stop playing your tricks.”

Brenda smiled and then walked to take the chair.

Margaret came forward and presented the document.

After Brenda put down her signature, she passed the file to Arwen, who did the same.

Once done, Brenda smiled. “There,” she said, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. “I completed the last thing I had on my list. Now, I can rest in peace.”

“Granna!”

“What?” Brenda arched a brow innocently. “I didn’t mean it in a morbid way. I just meant —I will finally have some peaceful days ahead.”

Arwen pursed her lips, clearly not convinced, but chose not to argue further.

Brenda watched her for a moment before reaching out to hold her hand. And it was then Arwen noticed something —her grandmother’s hands had lost the warmth and strength they once held. They felt colder, weaker than she last remembered.

“I promised you, Wennie.” Brenda said softly. “Since you signed, I won’t use the emotional tricks on you anymore.”

Arwen’s brows furrowed slightly, discomfort rising in her heart..

Brenda stood up, adjusting her coat as she prepared to leave. But just as she turned, Arwen reached out and grabbed her hands. “Granna!”

“Hm?” Brenda turned back, her gaze as gentle and loving as only a grandmother’s could be.

“I have only you left with me,” Arwen said quietly. “Now that you have passed on all your responsibilities to me, I expect you to take care of yourself better. No more skipping meals, or pushing yourself too hard. I need you around, Granna —not just today, but all the days that are yet to come.”

Brenda paused at her request. Her eyes softening, finding back the same little girl who once clung to her skirts, seeking comfort in the absence her mother had left behind.

Back then, she couldn’t resist that pitiful look. And even today, nothing has changed.

Her eyes shimmered with affection. Nodding, she promised, “I will be there as long as I can, Wennie. I am not going anywhere anymore.”

With that said, Brenda gave her a small smile.

Arwen let go of her hand and soon, later, she left.

Watching her grandmother and Margaret walked out, she kept on staring at the door for a long time, until she heard Mia asking from the side.

“Ma’am, are you alright?”

“I don’t know, Mia,” Arwen said, shaking her head. “There was something that looked very different in my grandmother today. She looked way too weak and frail.”

Mia’s gaze flicked to the door briefly before she turned back to Arwen and said, “It’s fine to look a bit weak, ma’am. Mrs. Davies has grown old. At her age, it’s normal to lose weight.”

Even Arwen knew it was normal.

But still, her heart for some reason felt restless.

She nodded to Mia. “Maybe I am just overthinking it.”