Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Arwen tried her best to make it sound as casual as she could. She made sure that her expression didn't betray her, and on the screen when she could partially see herself, she could tell that nothing showed on her face.

However, still at her question like that, she saw Aiden's expression freezing for a second.

It was for the briefest second, but she didn't fail to notice it. She did, and that only made her suspicion grow more stronger.

But just before she could understand why he froze like that, that subtle expression was gone … as if it never appeared ever.

Was he hiding it from her?

"How are you going to be unfair to me?" he asked nonchalantly before getting.

Arwen didn't point out what she had seen before. She just let her eyes study him carefully as she slowly spoke. "I was just merely suggesting a scenario in which I act unfair to you. Umm … for example —what if someday you didn't forget me, but I did? What will you do then? It would be unfair to you, right? How are you going to react?"

Aiden evidently halted by her words, once again. His expression contorted with a kind of discomfort that she couldn't understand. But she could tell the thought of it made him uneasy.

She saw his fingers clenching and just when it felt like his knuckles would crack, she heard him.

"Forgetting someone is not easy," he said, slowly turning to look back at her. "Until and unless someone desperately wants to forget someone, they can't forget just like that."

On the surface, his words seemed simple, but Arwen knew that they held deep meaning within. It was just not what he was saying, he was intending to mean it differently.

She watched him walk back to where he had been sitting before. His expression seemed pretty normal, but his eyes …

Arwen had deeply stared into those deep eyes several times to understand the details of its chestnut brown shade —to the extent where now even the slightest flicker could be easily noticed

And right even when everything in his composure looked normal, she could see the difference his gaze held.

"You hadn't answered my question yet, husband," she probed, before repeating again. "What will you do if someday I will forget you? Forget everything that we share now? Will you hate me?"

Although Arwen had put that question very easily to him, she dreaded his answer.

She was not sure whether she had forgotten him or not.

She was not sure whether they shared any history or not …

But if they shared and she had truly forgotten him, and he decided to hate her … wouldn't the pain equal to or worse than death then?

How will she be able to take it?

Will she be able to find a way to compensate him?

And will that compensation ever be enough?

All this scared her. And made her dread his response.

"I can never hate you," Aiden confessed finally.

And his words immediately eased the knot Arwen felt inside her. Her worries eased.

"Even if you forget me someday —forget everything we have now, still I can never hate you, Moon."

"Why?" She asked, her gaze turning warm, holding the hints of the emotions his words had stirred inside her. "If I forget you, won't it be unfair to you? At that point hating me would be still better. You will feel less pain … less disappointed."

Aiden shook his head. His expression was as sure as ever —as sincere as ever. "Hating you is something I simply can never afford, Moon —no matter how unfair it is to me."

A tear tumbled down her cheek before Arwen could even know its existence. It was only when she felt it rolling down her cheek, that she reached out to check.

"I never knew you were even capable of this, Mr. Winslow," she said, dabbing the wetness away. "...capable of making me cry without letting me understand the real reason. How did you learn such art?" She smiled.

Aiden didn't respond. He simply kept his gaze on her.

Arwen allowed herself a moment before looking back at him with a half-joking expression. "Fine, I understand that you won't hate me. Then, tell me, what will you do? Will you just let me forget you?"

He didn't answer.

And her eyes grew wide at his lack of response. "You can't be serious. No … Don't tell me you will actually let me forget you and move on in your life. Won't you even try to make me recall things even once?"

Aiden still didn't respond, and Arwen really thought that he was serious. Could she be really overthinking things?

Did she really not matter to him enough that he would care to put some effort so that she would remember him again?

"Mr. Winslow, you —"

"There is no use in remembering something that's already forgotten," Aiden spoke slowly. "The past if forgotten should remain forgotten. One should always live in the present so that he can shape the future better."

Her heart thumped at his words.

"So, you will let me move on with the forgotten and not care at all?"

Although she would be forgetting him, the possibility of him not helping her remember scared her more. Because he wouldn't make her recall, it would mean, in this world, they would become complete strangers. And she didn't want to stay stranger to him. She liked the way they were right now —knowing each other, belonging to each other.

"Tell me, will you just let me go?" she probed again, hoping he would say that he wouldn't.

Desperation was evident in her gaze, and Aiden was staring at her as if trying to find the real reason behind her questions.

Although she pretended to act like she was just asking them simply, playing around with him —but he knew, she wasn't. She had been deliberately asking him all these to find something through his answers.

"Husband —"

"I will let you go …" he answered.