Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 605 - 605: It was her.

The sight in front of her eyes made Arwen pause in her steps, and she stopped.

She hasn't sensed wrong. Aiden was there, sitting in the living room, probably waiting for her. But he wasn't there alone.

Her eyes darted to look at the woman who sat next to him, with her one hand on the way to press again Aiden's forehead.

She didn't know who she was, but the way she was so comfortable in her house, she didn't look like someone unfamiliar with the place.

Who was she?

For some reason, the proximity she shared with her husband at that moment didn't settle well with her. She was about to interrupt her when a voice made her head turn.

"You are back?" Aiden asked, his lips curling up in a faint smile, just as it has always curled seeing her back home.

However, Arwen didn't respond to him. She just stared at him as if making sure of something. Her gaze slowly turned to look back at the woman, and oblivious to her, the displeasure she felt in her heart became obvious on her face.

Aiden followed her line of gaze, and his brows drew together. He stood up, tucking his hands in his pants' pockets, and it was then she realized, there was never any proximity —it was just the angle.

From where Arwen stood, it looked like they were too close together when, in actuality, there was a decent distance between their bodies.

"Since you are already back, why are you still standing there?" Aiden asked, already advancing in her direction without caring about the woman who remained behind him, looking a little dissatisfied.

Arwen didn't mean to notice it, but somehow it was too clear to her eyes. But then, she didn't want to assume things just like she did a moment ago. Easing up, she turned her attention to her husband and simply shook her head at him in nothingness.

"You have got a guest at home," she said, jutting her chin behind towards the woman who stood at a distance.

Aiden didn't turn to look. His gaze remained fixed on her face as he brought his one hand out, reached up to her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear gently with practised ease.

"So what?" he said softly but loud enough to be heard clearly. "You are the hostess of the place. If we have a guest at home, you need to take both the rightful authority and responsibility." His hand rested on her cheek, his gaze as doting as ever.

For a second, Arwen got lost in them. But then, she felt someone's pointed gaze on herself, and her attention shifted. She looked at the woman and her brows subtly knitted. "Won't you introduce me?" she asked, her eyes returning to Aiden, her brows softening in the process.

He nodded before reaching to take her hand into his and intertwining their fingers. "Come with me."

She smiled and let him guide her inside. Although she didn't want to assume it, the hostility in the air was too thick to be ignored. And she was curious to know the reason behind it.

"Aiden —"

"This is my wife, Selene. Mrs. Arwen Winslow." Aiden introduced, interrupting Selene's words without any hesitation. "And …" His eyes turned to Arwen, to introduce her to the woman, "This is Selene Martins, a close acquaintance of mine."

Arwen's brows arched at his choice of words. She repeated, "Close acquaintance?"

That title felt familiar, yet quite unfamiliar. Close, yet distant.

It left her slightly confused.

While it also made Selene's fingers clench in fists, her nails digging into her skin.

However, seemingly oblivious to it, Aiden hummed and nodded, "Martins are family friends to us. Our grandfathers share the bond."

"And then you two became —" 'friends?' Arwen was about to clarify that, but before she could, Selene spoke in quite a hurt tone.

"Aiden, is that how you are going to introduce us now?"

Arwen turned to look at her, her eyes blinked once, as if in quiet interest. She didn't doubt Aiden's words, but she did want to hear how the young lady Martin was going to introduce herself.

And Selene met her gaze, a soft smile adorning her face.

Just the sight of that one smile must have charmed many —Arwen was sure of that. But given how she felt Aiden's eyes still on herself, she doubted that smile ever had any effect on him.

"Let me introduce myself, Arwen," Selene said, extending her hand out with excitement. "I am Selene Martin, Aiden's only girl.friend." Her lips tilted in a smirk. "Don't believe him when he says we are mere acquaintances, because we aren't just that. He has always treated me the best."

Arwen felt amused. She couldn't tell what she was feeling exactly, but she was surely feeling a lot of things inside. And, annoyance stood on the top of the list. However, she kept her amiable smile intact on her lips.

"Best?" she repeated, her gaze briefly darting to look at Aiden before returning again to Selene.

Selene put on a proud smile and hummed with confidence. "Yes, he treats me the best. Always. We have been close since a young age. Something like childhood sweethearts, you can say."

Arwen suddenly paused at that. She suddenly remembered the picture she saw in Aiden's old study —and then it struck her.

She had felt the name Martins felt familiar, but she couldn't recall it until this moment.

Her pupils dilated for a second as she looked at her.

It was her.

The girl in that picture with Aiden was Selene. She recalled the smiles they had on their faces in that captured image of memory.

So, was she really telling her the truth?

Arwen's brows furrowed as she turned to gaze back at Aiden.

Could they be really so close to each other?

The thought didn't settle well with her, and before she could think more about it, she saw something moving from the corner of her eye, and her instincts took over her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning to look at Selene, her gaze sharp enough to cut her soul into pieces.