Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 616: Destroy the place.

Chapter 616: Destroy the place.

"Be careful!"

Arwen’s voice halted Aiden mid-step, but a shard of glass still came beneath his shoe, cracking further into splinters beneath his weight.

His gaze darkened as he took in the mess on the floor —jagged pieces of what had once been a beautiful figurine, now shattered beyond repair.

"What happened here?" he asked, his voice low but dangerously dark.

"A-Aiden, I ..." Selene started, her voice trembling. But the moment she looked up and met the sharp storm brewing in Aiden’s gaze, her words froze in her throat.

"I broke it."

Arwen’s voice rang out —calm, fearless — unbothered, even.

Aiden turned to her. His expression didn’t ease, but it grew more cautious. The burning rage in her gaze was real. Unmistakable.

He had never seen her like this —as if she were on the brink of losing all the calm and patience she had practised her entire life.

Arwen stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately.

"I broke it," she repeated again, this time like a challenge —like she was testing him and herself. "Intentionally. Was it important to you?" Her gaze flicked to look at Mr. Jones briefly. "I heard Mr. Jones mention once that you personally decorated this house. Right after you shifted back in the country and just before you brought me home after getting married. I assume ..." her eyes dropped to the glass scattered on the floor, " ... this was one of the pieces you chose yourself."

She looked up again, meeting his eyes. Searching. Maybe for confirmation —not the one she was asking in her words, but the one that her heart was imploring.

Or, maybe she was just seeking reassurance —even she wasn’t sure.

She waited.

Seconds passed. And Aiden simply stared at her, unblinking.

Just when her patience began to fray, he moved —as if on instinct.

The sound of the shards cracking further under his steps wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakable.

Selene watched him closely. The fury in his gaze had terrified her earlier, but when she saw that his focus was trained solely on Arwen, it brought her a twisted sense of relief.

If everything in the house was truly selected by Aiden —if every piece mattered to him — then Arwen would have to suffer the consequences of her recklessness. And Selene wanted to witness every second of it.

But what happened next was not what she expected.

As Aiden approached, Arwen didn’t move. She didn’t retreat. She stood her ground, her expression unreadable, watching him close the distance between them —step by step.

"You don’t have to walk to me," she said quietly, "You could have answered me from where you were."

But instead of responding to her, Aiden reached out and took her hand in his.

She tried to pull away, but as always, his grip was gentle yet unyielding —like he knew exactly how to keep her without hurting her.

"It was important," he said at last. "But not as important as you."

And maybe that was all she was waiting to hear. Her heart that was feeling tight. eased —not completely, but slightly —enough to make her feel less suffocated.

"Nothing in my life —or in this world —stands more important than you, Moon." His voice was calm, resolute. "I thought I had made that clear before, but if I failed ..." he paused, shaking his head. "Let me be clear this time."

"You can destroy this place. Every piece I have ever selected. I don’t care." He gently raised her hand to meet his gaze. "But you are not allowed to hurt yourself in the process. That’s where my patience ends."

Arwen’s lips parted, but no words came out. His sincerity —so bare and unwavering —was exactly what she had been searching for.

She saw the emotion unfurling in his eyes, and the chaos inside her heart slowly began to settle.

But Aiden’s expression didn’t soften —instead, it turned a shade darker.

"Mr. Jones," he called, and the old butler at once stepped forward to reciprocate.

"Yes, sir?"

"Bring the first aid kit." There was an edge in his tone that Mr. Jones was too familiar with.

He quickly nodded and left the room to retrieve the box.

Meanwhile, Arwen looked down at herself —and for the first time she noticed the cut on her palm, where blood had begun to ooze out.

She hadn’t realize it.

But he had.

How did he always do that?

How could he see through all her wounds and pain better than she could recognize them herself?

She looked up at him again, taking in the way his brows were furrowed with concern.

Behind them, Selene’s fists clenched at her sides.

This was not the outcome she wanted.

Why was her happiness always so short-lived?

Mr. Jones returned swiftly, carrying the first aid box in his hand. "Sir," he said, handing it over.

Aiden took it without a word and gently led Arwen to sit on the nearby couch. With delicate care, he cleaned her wound and applied antiseptic —his movement practised, but deeply attentive.

Arwen didn’t flinch —or maybe she did, but the look on his face distracted her from the sting.

"Arwen," Selene called quietly, a little hesitant. "Does it hurt?"

And with that voice, the fury that had faded came rushing back.

The fingers of Arwen’s injured hand tightened into a fist —the same hand Aiden was holding.

He noticed. "I haven’t finished yet. Let me dress it and —"

Before he could complete his sentence, Arwen pulled her hand from his grip with a sharp jerk —one that stunned Aiden for a second.

"Moon —"

"I am fine," she said, cutting him off. She looked at her hand ... at the wound that was looking slightly better than before. "You have already cleaned it. The rest will heal, or I will manage the rest on my own. Thank you."

And with that, she stood up —and walked away, leaving Aiden seated on the couch behind her.

Aiden watched her, his gaze growing darker with every step she was taking away from him.