Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 583 - 583: Name it after you.

For the entire night, Arwen sat beside Aiden, watching him. As the medicine worked on him, his complexion got better. The redness of his face faded, returning back to his usual skin tone.

He still looked slightly pale, but as she held his hand, she knew he was getting better.

Although she had been observing him, taking care of him —her thoughts were not just on him. It was going back to think over what Jason said before leaving.

His words didn't seem to be just a random thought. The way he looked at her —it felt like he meant something serious.

But what would it be?

He talked about him having a strong influence on Aiden. She stared at Aiden's face, and her brows furrowed at the possibility. Even she felt the same for some reason. But how could it be possible?

For having a certain degree of influence over anything or anyone, one needs years around. But it has been hardly a few months since they had known each other. In such a short time, how could she have such an impression on him.

"But he has such an effect on you," a voice came to counter her thought, and when she turned to look, she paused, seeing her own image sitting on the other side of the bed, looking at her with a kind of challenge in the gaze. "Doesn't he?"

"He does," Arwen nodded, not denying. "But that's because I have a feeling for him. He doesn't have to be the same."

Her reflection image shrugged at her reason. "What if he is the same?"

There was one such possibility, but it was too weak.

Arwen shook her head. "He can't be the same," she said, slightly firmer. "For me, falling for him was effortless." He has done so much, treated her so well —it would have been weird if she hadn't fallen for him. "But for him, I never did anything that would have made him fall for me."

"How can you be sure that you didn't?" the mirror said, giving a faint smile.

She stared at it, and it felt like there was more meaning to that simple line. "What do you mean? I don't remember doing anything for him."

"But you also don't remember many things."

Arwen paused at that. Yes, she had forgotten things and people. She might not have realized this before, but now that she knows —she couldn't deny the possibility.

She turned her gaze back to Aiden. The familiarity she always felt around him was always so puzzling, but it was always there.

Could it be that they shared some history before that that she had forgotten?

Gianna's words rang back from her memories. Girl, what if you two have met before? After all, coincidences are not always real.

Could it be —?

Arwen's fingers slightly tightened, holding Aiden's hand in hers. She looked at him as the possibility suddenly seemed to have grown stronger.

"Do you think I have forgotten him? Could I forget him?" she asked, waiting to hear the answer.

But when even after seconds, she heard nothing, she looked up only to find her gone.

She sighed internally, shaking her head. She wanted someone to answer her, but the one who could have possibly given her one also disappeared.

Her gaze went back to stare at Aiden. Her hand moved close to her face, letting her fingers brush against his cheek. "You have started to puzzle me more and more, husband," her lips curled in a faint smile. "What will I do? How will I find out it all when all you have ever done is refuse to accept it?"

They share the same senior school. But he never said they met before.

He always looked familiar, but she still failed to recognize him.

Previously, she thought it was just in her imagination. But now … knowing that her memories are missing, she couldn't think the same.

Sitting by his side, she thought she would be watching over him the whole night, but ultimately, tiredness took over her, and before she realized, she fell asleep, her head falling over his chest, feeling the comfort in his open embrace.

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The sudden brightness around confused Arwen. She stepped forward and looked around, only to find herself on the rooftop somewhere.

Where am I? She questioned herself, but the terrace didn't look like the place she felt very familiar with.

"So, you are here?"

A voice suddenly caught her attention, and she turned to look in that direction, only to see herself appear from the way that looked like the staircase to the terrace.

Herself? Her younger self.

Arwen frowned. But since this wasn't her first time, she realized she was once again in her dream.

She watched the girl purse her lips at her before shaking her head. "I have been looking for you all around."

It puzzled her because it felt like the girl was talking to her. She was about to answer in response, thinking maybe she was really talking to her. But just when she would have, she saw her running past her.

She turned to look, only to see her stopping and panting near a boy.

His back was towards her, but given the familiar look, she could tell it was the same guy she had in her previous all dreams.

He was there once again.

"What are you looking at?" Little Arwen asked, following his line of sight and tuning to look at the clouds.

The sky was bright with clear fluffy clouds gathered and scattered around.

He was watching the clouds —deeply, intimately.

She might not have understood what he was watching, but her excitement to accompany him in doing the same was clear in her bright eyes. She sat down next to him, then turned to look at him.

"If you wanted to watch clouds, you should have called me as well. What's so fun about watching them alone?"

She then turned and looked back at the sky, accompanying him silently.

But being silent like that was simply not in her nature. After a short while, she turned and said jubilantly. "It's fun watching clouds like this. There are so many of them today. Let's name a few of them today."

"We can't," the boy said, only to make Arwen ask — "why?"

He turned to her and pressed his lips, seemingly looking bored with her presence, yet carrying all his patience for her. "Because they won't stay forever. They will disappear."

"But you will always stay, wouldn't you?" she asked. He didn't answer, but she read his silence and believed. "Since you will, then I will name it after you."

"After me?" he asked, confused, only to hear her hum, staring at the sky.

"Yes. After you. We will call it Ide," Arwen said and turned to look, only to be left bewildered by the face she found right next to hers.

Aiden!