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

Zenith gasped quietly, trying to hold back the wince that felt at the tip of her tongue.

"What are you doing here?" she heard Ryan say, and lifted her head up to look his way, apologetic.

"I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to —"

"Did you hurt yourself?" Ryan frowned, his gaze dipping to look at her knees. It was covered with her skirt, but he could tell she had suffered pain from her face.

Zenith paused for a second, but then quickly shook her head. "No, I am fine." With that, she tried to get up, but the moment she did, she blenched.

Before she could refuse, Ryan's arms reached to hold her stable on her feet. "You lied," he said, his voice tight.

She stared up at him, ready to deny, but when she saw his brows furrow in deep displeasure, she couldn't.

Lowering her gaze, she admitted, "I didn't intend to. I thought I was fine, but didn't realize it would hurt so much." It was true. She thought it was just momentary pain and would subside, but who knew moving a little would hurt so much?

Ryan pursed his lips. Looking behind her, he said, "Sit."

"Huh?" She didn't understand and looked at him, and he gestured for her to look behind. When she looked, she realized what he meant.

With him holding her, she stepped back a few steps and carefully sat down on the sofa.

Ryan then walked to get the first aid box. When he came back, he crouched down on the floor.

Zenith was taken aback. She tried to skirt away, but the close space didn't allow her much. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"There were pins scattered on the floor," Ryan pointed at a few. "You might have gotten pricked by a few. If not cleaned and treated soon, you might get an infection."

"I can do it myself," she suggested, and Ryan stared at her, the crease of a frown still between his brows. "Really, I can do it. It's not that painful anymore." She then let her gaze drift to the things around her. "And you seem to be searching for something important. Don't deviate."

Ryan realized and then nodded. Then, handing her the first, he gently advised, "Be careful."

She nodded.

He walked back to look. Zenith watched his frantic search as she opened the box and took the cotton and disinfectant out to clear her wound.

Once she was done, she couldn't hold herself back from asking. She has seen him move whole upside down, yet looked not satisfied. Could it be something he didn't bring home and left back in the office?

"Sir, may I ask what you are looking for?" she asked. "Could it be possible that it's not here, but in your office?"

Ryan shook his head. "I have brought it here."

"Then —" Before Zenith could speak more, a voice interrupted her from the door.

"It's no longer here."

She turned to look, finding Beca standing at the door, her gaze trained on Ryan.

"Mrs. Foster!" Zenith got up to greet, but realized her action had been too hasty. She couldn't hold back her wince.

Beca heard her and turned to look. Her brows furrowing in concern. "What's wrong with you?" she asked.

Zenith shook her head. "It's nothing, ma'am. I was a little clumsy and fell on the floor."

"The way you winced seemed to be serious. It's better if you go and check in the hospital once. Don't take your pain casually." Beca said, and before Zenith could refuse, she added, "My driver is at the door. He will take you. Go first."

She turned to look at Ryan, but seeing his gaze focused on the lady, she could only nod and agree. "Thank you, ma'am."

Becca nodded to her and asked the woman accompanying her to help. "Go with her."

The woman behind her nodded and quickly stepped in to help Zenith.

Once Zenith left, Brenda heard Ryan ask.

"It's no longer here —what do you mean by that, Mom?"

She turned to look back at her son. "I meant nothing different than what I said, dear." She then paused and added, "If you are looking for Arwen's diary —it's no longer here. Searching it for even hours would be as futile as it had been until now."

Ryan's expression hardened. His jaws clenched, and he asked again, "Did you take it? Is it with you?" There was an underlying threat beneath his voice that Beca didn't like. However, understanding her son's emotional state, she chose to tolerate.

Nodding, she responded, "Yes, I took it from here. But it's no longer with me. I —"

"Mom! That was mine. Why did you take it without my permission? Why did you even take it in the first place?" he almost yelled, enraged, throwing a paperweight on the floor, making it shatter into pieces.

Becca didn't expect him to do that. She flinched in effect, but soon glared at her son. "Ryan, hold your calm. This is not how I taught you to behave."

"You didn't even teach me putting my hands on others' things with their permission, Mom."

"That diary wasn't yours, Ryan," Beca countered with ease.

Ryan couldn't control himself. Sweeping everything off his desk, he roared, "Since it was with me, it was mine, Mom. Who gave you the right to decide whether it was mine or not?"

That was the last thing he had of Arwen with him. The only thing that proved the feelings she once had for him in her heart. There was no way he could accept losing it.

"You shouldn't have taken it," he said, shaking his head at Beca. "Give it back to me, Mom. That's the only thing I have of her. I don't want to lose it."

Beca felt bad for her son. But she knew he had to get over it. Arwen was no longer his, and she would never be, even in the future. The sooner he realizes it, the better.

"I cannot give it back to you, son."

"Mom —"

"I have given it back to Arwen," Beca cut him off. "It was hers and no one except her gets to have it."