Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 545 - 545: Even their death can’t repel them from it.

Alfred pulled the car arriving to the Winslow Residence. "Madam, we have arrived," he said, parking it at the side.

Arwen looked outside, and her lips lifted in a smile. "Thank you, Alfred," she said before pushing the door open and stepping down.

Heading straight inside, she was about to call Mr. Jones and ask about Aiden when a familiar aroma wafting in the air made her pause. She swallowed visibly before turning to look in the direction from which this aromatic air might be coming.

Like a moth attracted to fire, she walked waltz her way toward the kitchen, keeping her bad on the chair nearby, without any care.

Mr Jones, who just appeared from the hallway, noticed her and couldn't help but smile. The maid who was beside him was confused.

"Madam is back home," she said, "Shall I go and ask her if she needed anything?"

Mr. Jones shook his head. "There would be no need," he said, directing her to the other job. "You go and do your work."

The maid nodded and left. Mr. Jones turned to give one last look in the direction of the kitchen and then left as well.

In the meantime, Arwen walked in to see Aiden working at the counter with his sleeves rolled up. Although his hair was tousled slightly, it looked neat and perfect on him.

With a spatula in one hand and a pan in another, he looked the perfect husband straight out of every woman's dreams.

One look at him and she wouldn't want to look away. But then the aromatic air around was also a great temptation that she was not able to resist.

Her gaze darted to look at the pan in his hand, and she swallowed again. Walking closer, she asked, sounding pretty excited, "Are you doing my favourite pasta?"

Aiden had felt her presence the moment she had entered, but he had deliberately not interrupted her. He found it fun seeing her getting so drawn to something as simple as food.

"You are back," he asked, glancing at her as if he were surprised.

Arwen kept her gaze fixed on the pasta in the pan and hummed. "Mhm-hm, I am back. Now, tell me, are you doing this for me?"

"If not you, who else will I do it for?" he asked, chuckling softly. "Of course, it's for you. I thought to make you something that you would like for dinner. And since I didn't know anything better than this —"

"Is it a compensation for missing the dinner yesterday?" she asked, looking up at him. Her gaze getting narrowed slightly at him.

Aiden stared at her and arched a brow. "You want me to compensate?" he asked.

And Arwen grinned, pointing at the Alfredo Fettucine in the pan. "If the compensation is this delicious, I would love it."

He shook his head and reached for a fork. Swirling a little of it, he blew over it to cool it enough before extending it to her lips. "Hm, taste it and tell me if it's fine, or is there something missing?"

She didn't need to be told twice. Opening her mouth, she took it once. Closing her eyes, she let the flavour melt in her mouth as she moaned in response. "It's perfect as ever. How do you do it every time?"

She was already on her way to get it ready to be served on the table. But just when she was about to grab the bowl, Aiden pulled her back with one strong pull, encaging her in his arms.

"What?" She asked, not understanding his actions. "I was going to help you plate."

"You are forgetting something," he said, and Arwen furrowed her brows in confusion.

"What can I forget?"

"To wash up," Aiden said, letting his gaze look down at her. "You need to freshen up before we get to the dining table."

"I …" Arwen gazed down at herself and realized she headed straight to the kitchen coming back.

"Can I not take a shower later?" she asked, blinking her eyes.

He shook his head. "No, you can't."

"But —"

"How did I not realize this before that even growing so old, you still carry the bad habits of the kids?"

Having chocolates after brushing at night. And now having dinner before freshening up …

Arwen pressed her lips in a thin line. "I never pretended to be flawless. What if I have few bad habits? Don't you have them too?"

"Do I?" he asked, and she opened her mouth to list then, but —

She realized she couldn't remember even one.

Her brows pinched together, and Aiden kept looking at her, waiting.

"Not finding any?"

"I … I …" She couldn't. "So what if I don't remember your bad habits. It doesn't mean you don't have them. And, so what you have seen a few of my bad habits, don't tell me you will get repelled after knowing them."

Realizing what she said, she paused, looking up at him. "Wait, will you get repelled?"

While pursing men, women often presents their best sides, and here she was — she let him see all her bad habit without any care.

What was she even thinking?

Of course, he would not like her like that.

Before her thoughts could reach the worst, Aiden tapped her nose distracting her from it.

When she looked back up at him, his gaze turned intense, as if sucking in her whole.

"Moths only get attracted to fire," he said, and his words only confused Arwen. She was about to ask what he meant by that ...

But before she could, he continued it himself, "That's their innate nature. Even their death can't repel them from it." He paused only to continue again. "It's the same for me. No flaw or sin could draw me apart from you. No bad habit could repel me from you."

Her breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat, thumping so loudly that she could hear it in her ears.