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

Arwen wasn't in a bad mood, but even after thinking about it again and again, she failed to understand why she always ended up getting teased.

It was clearly her ploy. She meant to tease him and make him willingly agree to let her go for a few hours, and she clearly felt the charge was in her hands.

But then, all of a sudden, the whole situation turned around, and she ended up falling back into his trap of teasing.

"No, not every time," she huffed to herself. "I can't let him win every single time."

"Madam, is there anything wrong?" Alfred who didn't understand it at all, couldn't help but ask, looking at her in confusion through the mirror.

Arwen hadn't realized she had spoken out loud until she heard Alfred ask. Scratching the corner of her brow, she gave a small, awkward smile and then shook her head. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about … work."

Alfred looked at her before nodding with a polite smile. He, then, focused back on driving, while Arwen chided herself for not being mindful enough.

Soon, their car pulled up at the entrance of the company building. "Madam, we have arrived," Alfred informed, and nodding to him, Arwen soon stepped out of the car, heading inside.

Taking the elevator, she pressed to her office floor and not long after, the door dinged open.

Since Mia had been waiting for her, the moment she saw Arwen walk out of the elevator, she rushed to her side, briefing her about the schedule she had prepared for the day.

"Ma'am, that's all you have for the day," she said politely before adding, "The first three meetings are all priority —especially the ones with the Paris clients. The approvals are holding back the next phase of the design implementation. The third one is with the marketing lead for the Davies Charity Gala lineup. All the three should be completed today if possible."

Arwen nodded, listening carefully.

"As for the fourth one …" Mia hesitated a second before continuing. "It's optional. The client is hoping to invite you for a meal —a casual dinner to acknowledge the success we shared with them in our previous project. But I believe they want to discuss a potential further collaboration."

Arwen slowed her steps before stopping completely. "Which client?" she asked.

Mia checked the note on her tablet. "Mr. Renard from Velaire Art Designs."

Arwen gave it a thought. Valaire wasn't a very influential name, but they are working to support local artisans and their arts.

"They have been good. I don't mind a discussion over potential collaboration with them."

"Then, ma'am, should I —"

Before Mia could suggest, Arwen shook her head at her.

"No, don't accept them today," she said before resuming her walk again. "I will only attend what's on the priority list today. As for the rest, push them to another day."

Mia looked at her but nodded anyway. "Then, madam, shall I push something else into the list. There are —"

"No, Mia," Arwen refused straightaway. "I won't be staying for long. I need to go back home soon." She then turned to look at her and let her lips lift up in a smile. "My husband isn't well and resting back at home. He might get bored alone, so I want to keep him company."

Mia blinked for a second before asking, "Is that why you postponed everything yesterday?"

Arwen smiled. Yesterday, when she gave the call to her assistant, she didn't explain much to her. She just asked her to clear her schedule for the day.

"Understood, ma'am. I will keep your schedule as flexible as possible for the next few days."

"Thank you, Mia." She then checked the time on her watch and suggested, "Now, let's go and get done with the first meeting. It's already time."

Mia quickly nodded, and soon the two walked in the direction of the conference room.

As Arwen got engrossed in work, she didn't realize time passing. Although there were only three meetings lined up, all of them were rigorous, taking up her time. By the time the first two were finished, it was already late in the afternoon.

Mia received a notification on her phone, checking which she said, "Madam, your lunch has arrived. You can have it in your office."

Arwen nodded and headed to her office. After using so much energy, she needed the meal. So, she didn't wait and went to dig first. She offered the same to Mia, and as they ate, they discussed the last pending meeting.

"I will leave after finishing this one," Arwen said, wiping her lips. "You can wrap up the rest. Let me know the details over the call."

Mia nodded. Just then, she heard her phone ring. When she took it, her brows tugged in a frown. "I see," she said over the line before hanging up.

"What is it?" Arwen asked, noting the seriousness on her assistant's face.

"Ma'am, Mr. Ryan Foster is here again," she informed.

Arwen frowned, clear displeasure crossing across her face. "Did you not refuse him yesterday?"

"I did, ma'am. But even after I did, he stayed here waiting until late," she reported, sighing lightly. "And again today, he came and is requesting an appointment with you."

"Refuse him," Arwen said, unhesitant. She had made sure that Ryan knew they shared no connection, even the last time she met him. She doesn't know why he was here again today.

Mia nodded before calling back the front desk. Once she hung up, Arwen stood up and announced. "Let's not waste time on the irrelevant. It's time. Let's head to the conference room."

And then she walked out of her office. Mia followed her closely behind.

After getting done with even the last meeting, Arwen checked the time. It was close to evening. Getting up from her chair, she dismissed everyone, ready to leave.

As discussed, Mia stayed back to handle the rest.

However, just as Arwen exited the elevator, she found a familiar figure standing at a distance, as if waiting for her.

"Arwen! I —"

Without glancing at Ryan, she turned the other way to leave. Her fingers were already typing over the phone, asking Alfred to bring the car.

"Arwen, listen to me," Ryan said, catching up with her. "I didn't come to pester you or anything. I just need you to return me back the diary."

Arwen's steps paused at that. She halted, and a step behind her, even Ryan stopped.

"Please, Arwen," he requested, almost begging, "I won't ask you for anything but that diary. Please return it to me."

Her expression darkened, and she finally turned to face him. "Return it to you?"