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

Aiden listened to her, and his brows furrowed in a frown. He didn't say anything, and his lack of response only made Arwen's eyes grow smaller.

"Aiden Winslow!" Her voice carried a threat. "You think it was fun. You collapsed in front of my eyes. What do you think? How would I have felt seeing you unconscious like that?"

Aiden's frown deepened at her words. He moved to sit up. And then glancing at her, he reached to grab her hand. "I am sorry. I —"

Arwen slapped his off hers. "Sorry?" she echoed, disliking that's what he chose to say. "Really? Tell me what you are sorry for? Is it for ignoring yourself and putting me first like every time? Or is it for making yourself look like you were fine when you clearly weren't?"

How could he ask sorry from here when she was the one who did the wrong to him?

She didn't see through his act and simply let his stubbornness win. And in the end, he collapsed —looking so weak and tired.

It felt like she failed as a wife.

"What?" she asked back when she didn't hear him giving her the response. "Won't you tell me what you are sorry about?"

Aiden watched her. The creases between his brows never eased. He still looked guilty. "I am sorry for scaring you there. You didn't —"

"Aiden!" Before he could continue anymore, she interrupted with an exhausted sigh. Sitting in front of him, she looked into his eyes and said, "Do you really think I blame you for fainting like that?"

"You fainted right in front of my eyes like that. Of course, I was scared, but I don't blame you for that." She reached and pressed her hand against his cheek, gently caressing him. "If I blame you for anything, then it's for ignoring yourself. How could you do that?"

"You were already not well when you came to my office." She remembered his temperature was already mildly rising when she touched him. "But you didn't care. All you cared about was bringing me out for dinner. Why?"

Her gaze had softened on him. And when she looked at him like that, he could look away.

"I wanted to show you that place. I knew you would like it."

She did. But when she thinks back, that it was at the expense of his suffering a whole night, she wants to hate it.

But couldn't.

For some reason, that place seemed special to her.

"You could have brought me there some other day," she said, feeling helpless when he said it like that. "It doesn't have to be yesterday. Or, was there something special about yesterday?"

Aiden stared at her for a moment, as if searching for something in her gaze. "You seemed lost reading that diary," he said before asking, "Did Mrs. Foster give it to you to read?"

Her brows knitted slightly, and she nodded. He came when she was engrossed in reading the journal.

But what does that have to do with this?

However, given the way his expression changed at her acceptance, she found it weird.

She was about to ask him, but before she could, he looked away, hurt.

Wait, why was he hurt?

He never acted like this —childish and moody. Was it because he just recovered from a fever?

"Do you regret?" she heard him ask, and that caught her off guard.

"Wait, what?" she asked, confused. "Regret? About what?"

Aiden turned back to her. His gaze suddenly became dark, as if he was just a second away from destroying the world.

"Regretting about marrying me. Are you regretting it now?"

She couldn't be more addled than she already was. She couldn't understand what he was talking about all of a sudden. Why would she regret marrying him? That too, reading the diary?

"Husband," she said softly, perplexed about what exactly he was thinking, "what do you mean? Can you please explain it a little so that I can understand it as well?"

She saw his jaw flex a little. He was angry —she could tell that. But she couldn't tell what that anger was all about.

"You must be regretting your decision after reading another man's deep feelings and emotions for yourself," he said, every syllable coming through the grit of his teeth.

"Huh?" Arwen shook her head. "Another man's deep feelings? Who are you —?"

She was about to ask when suddenly something made her pause. She halted in her words and stared at him, piecing all the fragments together. Her expression slowly shifted from confusion to a subtle understanding.

She blinked her eyes when his two and two started to make some sense. She stared at him before asking to confirm. "Another man? Ryan Foster? Are you talking about him?"

He didn't respond, but the way his jaws tightened at the mention of his name, she knew she didn't perceive it wrong. He did mean all of it for Ryan.

Previously, she felt confused, not understanding it at all. But now, it all made sense.

Last evening, when he came to her office and saw her reading, he asked her, but she didn't explain much.

Who knew just because she didn't explain, he would think something like that?

A smile crept up on the corner of her lips, and she couldn't hold it back. How could she? In all this while, this was the first time she saw him jealous. He had acted possessively before, but not jealous.

"Did you think I was reading Ryan's diary?" She asked, trying her best not to laugh.

Aiden didn't miss her smile. But his fingers only clenched in response. The thought of losing her to someone else again was unsettling. "Was it not?"

Arwen watched him nodding. "You didn't guess it wrong," she said, continuing, "Aunt Beca gave me that diary yesterday when she met me for lunch. That was one of the main purposes why she asked me for lunch. She wanted me to read it. But …"

She didn't hold back her smile. Pausing a little, she resumed soon, "That diary was not Ryan's."

"It was not?" Aiden frowned.

And looking at him, she shook her head. "It was not. Why would it be? And why would I care to read his diary?"

"Then whose diary was that?" he had seen her reading it engrossed, so much that she didn't even feel him around.

Arwen smiled, liking every ounce of his jealousy. But at the same time, it disturbed her when she thought that he made himself suffer for this. "It was mine."