Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 617: Don’t cross her.

Chapter 617: Don’t cross her.

Although Arwen had just left the room, watching her figure grow distant unsettled Aiden’s heart.

His face darkened, and his jaws tightened.

"Aiden," Selene called softly.

His gaze snapped towards her —cold and sharp.

She almost flinched, but then quickly composed herself.

"You already attended to her injury. She will be fine. Don’t worry —"

"What did you say to her, Selene?" Aiden cut in, refusing to chase the circles.

Selene blinked at him, feigning complete confusion. "What do you mean, Aiden?" Her brows furrowed as she pointed a finger at herself. "Are you suggesting that I said or did something to hurt her?" Her eyes widened in disbelief as she shook her head. "How could you even think something like that?"

Aiden didn’t respond. He just kept looking at her.

Selene remembered how he had looked at Arwen earlier. His eyes had been dark —but it was not cruel. They had softened, held concern, even tenderness.

But now, staring at her, he was nothing but distant. Cold. Unfeeling.

"I can’t believe it, Aiden," she said, letting out a dry huff. "I am like this on the bed, and you think I did something to her. For your peace of mind, let me say this clearly: it wasn’t she who acted out of nowhere. She hurled that figurine on the floor. It wasn’t me. I hadn’t gotten up from the bed. How could you look at me like I am the one who harmed her?"

Still, Aiden said nothing. Not because he was holding back ... but because he was giving her the chance.

The chances that he owed her.

Giving her one last look, he turned to leave.

Just as he stepped forward, her voice stopped him again

"Aiden," she said, softer this time, almost a whisper. "Why are you treating me like this? You didn’t treat me this way before. What changed so much now? Have you forgotten me, or did you forget —"

"I haven’t forgotten anything, Selene," Aiden interrupted, his back still to her. "And I won’t."

"He paused, then continued.

"Everything you ask for —I will make sure you get it as long as it’s mine to give you, just like I had promised you."

He looked over his shoulder, his expression unreadable.

"But you need to remember something as well."

"Every promise has a limit. Even mine." His eyes turned sharp. Clear and final. "Arwen is my only wife —and also my bottom line. Don’t cross her, Selene. Or I might forget what I owe you."

The silence that followed was crushing. Selene sat frozen, her expression slowly crumbling. He didn’t wait for her response.

Without another word, Aiden walked out. He paused at the door, only to say, "Also — the doctor said that you fainted from exhaustion. Rest well tonight. Mr. Jones will arrange for someone to take you back tomorrow. He will also assign someone to help you settle in during your stay in Cralens."

Before Selene could protest, the door fell shut behind him with a soft but firm click.

————

Outside, the hallway was dim, the house quiet —too quiet.

Aiden looked at Mr. Jones and said quietly. "Send someone to clean the room."

Mr. Jones gave a small nod, then held out a roll of gauge. Aiden’s gaze fell to it, and his brows furrowed — remembering that Arwen hadn’t let him finish dressing her wound.

He took the roll, about to walk away, when Mr. Jones spoke gently, "Sir, misunderstandings eat away even the strongest bonds. Yours is still in the making."

When he saw Aiden looking at him, he continued, "You learned the pasta recipe from the late madam so that you could cook it for the lady. But even that sincerity of yours ... it’s at risk of being misunderstood. That isn’t right. You can’t let her misread something so small — not when your love is so loud."

Aiden didn’t answer right away. He knew. He knew it better than anyone; he didn’t want Arwen to misunderstand. But somewhere, he was already failing.

The way she pulled away from him earlier was the proof of that.

Yet deep within, he held onto something stronger than fear.

A quiet, unshakable confidence.

That nothing — not even time, not even fate — could separate them.

Not even death.

And he chose to keep believing in that, while making her believe in the same.

"She had forgotten it, Mr. Jones," Aiden said at last, his voice low. "Don’t mention it in front of her. Not at any cost."

Mr. Jones hesitated, unconvinced, but gave a small nod.

Aiden looked down at the gauze, then turned and walked down the hallway.

His steps stopped when he reached the master bedroom.

Pushing the door open, he found the lights were already turned off.

His brows furrowed — Arwen always kept a night lamp on. But tonight, the room was lit only by the pale silver of the moonlight.

He stood at the doorway for a second longer, watching her still form on the bed. No movement. No sound.

He stepped inside, slowly. the air felt heavier than usual.

As he came closer, he saw her lying on her side of the bed, facing the window. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly pursed.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he crouched down beside her.

She looked peaceful — nothing like the storm she had carried when she left.

He reached forward, gently pulling back the blanket to check her hand.

She had said she would take care of it herself.

But just as he had expected — she hadn’t.

The wound remained untouched. Unbandaged.

Shaking his head, he carefully wrapped her hand in gauze, his fingers swift but gentle. Once he finished, he adjusted her hand, making sure she was comfortable.

Just as he got up and was about to turn and walk away, a hand gripped his, stopping him.

He halted.

Turning, he found her eyes open — staring right at his, as if waiting for something.

"Don’t you have something to ask me?"