Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 712

Chapter 712: One last chance.

Selene frowned when Arwen’s words like that unsettled her. Even though she tried to maintain her calm facade, a crack appeared in her expression.

“Accepting this as the journey from the lady of the house to a mere simple guest must not be easy, isn’t it?” Selene mocked as she twisted the meaning behind Arwen’s words as per her convenience.

However, Arwen simply shrugged. “I don’t think so. After all, delusions are not so hard to create. It just takes one’s own wilful thoughts.”

The frown between Selene’s brows only deepened. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her fingers clenching into fists.

“Of course, you! I am talking about you,” Arwen jutted her chin out towards her. “Who else do you think?”

“Arwen!”

“Ms. Martin,” Arwen cut in smoothly, her tone sharp yet calm. “Delusions are hard to cure, I know. But they are definitely not hard to recognize. You just have to open your eyes and look around … then you will know.”

Selene’s gaze sharpened, her eyes burning with hostility. But no matter how venomous her stare became, it didn’t make Arwen flinch.

Instead, she stared at her, meeting her gaze evenly.

Just then, Carla’s eyes narrowed at the luggage. She shifted closer to Selene and whispered with a wary tone.

“Ms. Selene … those luggage bags … they seem to be yours.”

Selene’s head snapped towards the old nanny, only to see her fidgeting.

“Those trolley bags look like yours, Ms. Selene,” Carla repeated nervously, urging her to confirm herself if she didn’t believe it.

“How could that be possible?” Selene scoffed, ready to deny.

However, once again, Arwen’s voice cut in —smooth and even, like a blade sliding through silk.

“It’s very much possible, Ms. Martin”, she said, letting her lips curl up at the corner —quite evidently. “Because they are truly yours.”

At her signal, the maids moved swiftly, wheeling the luggage and placing it directly beside Selene.

Aiden, who had been silent all along, paused. His gaze never strayed from Arwen. Something about her today struck him —familiar, yet startlingly different.

Selene’s face twisted. “Arwen, what is the meaning of all this? You went to pack your things. Then, why did you bring my luggage down?”

“Wait!” Arwen raised her finger in a gesture to halt her. Her brows furrowed with confusion, as though genuinely confused. “When did I say that I am going to pack my things. If I had to pack my things, I would have gone to my room. But —” she tilted her head towards the maids, “did I?”

The maids, well-trained in reading her tone, shook their heads in unison.

“No, Madam didn’t go to her room.”

“She went straight to Ms. Martin’s room and asked us to pack all her things,” another added firmly.

“See!” Arwen spread her hands in the gesture of obviousness. “I told you. I never went to pack my things. And why would I? I don’t see the reason. I am not the guest here —you are. If anyone has to leave, it’s you. Therefore, —” she gestured towards the luggage, her lips curving into a razor-sharp smile, “I helped you pack your things. So that you could leave —easy, without any delay.”

Selene’s calm facade crumbled completely. Her face darkened, her composure torn to shreds in front of everyone. She opened her mouth, but no words came out — she only glared at her as if willing to reduce her to ruins if given a chance.

“Arwen, this was not what was decided between us,” Selene hissed, her chest heaving. “Don’t tell me you are going back on your words.”

“I am not,” Arwen countered immediately, without a tinge of hesitation. “I, Mrs. Arwen Aiden Winslow, never go back on my words. And even today, I am not.”

“Then, what is all this?” Selene snapped, pointing at her packed bags. “What is this attitude? What do you mean by asking me to leave now?”

Arwen’s lips curled up slowly —the faint curve of her lips making her look arrogantly smug. “As I said, I am standing on my words. I am letting you see how firm I am about my promises.”

“You —”

Before Selene could continue, Arwen cut her off sharply, her tone no longer carrying the tinge of gentleness it had been holding all the while.

“Didn’t I warn you before not to exhaust my patience and kindness?” Her eyes gleamed like sharpened steel. If looks could wound, Selene would have been left battered in seconds. “But you did it anyway, without caring for the consequences. So, now it’s time that you face it at your own expense, Ms. Martin.”

Arwen’s gaze slid to Aiden, carrying with it a possessiveness —the primal intent of a claim that burned like fire. Aiden stared back at her, his brows furrowing, as though trying to read her. Yet for the first time, he couldn’t. It was as though she had built a wall, preventing him from reading her thoughts.

“I reminded you again and again —not to eye what isn’t yours,” Arwen’s voice dropped low, vibrating with restrained fury. “Yet you dared to covet the one person I will never share. How dare you?”

The maids, who were standing there, flinched unconsciously, and Mr. Jones froze, stunned at his place.

Selene frowned. Her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood. “Arwen, shut that crap already. Admit it that you are just not ready to accept your defeat.”

“Defeat?” Arwen repeated, stepping closer. Her eyes carried the warning that made Selene step back instinctively.

“Yes, defeat. You lost to me, and you are just not ready to accept it.”

“Really?” Arwen mocked. “Let me see how you defeated me.”

Before Selene could understand what that meant, Arwen turned to Aiden and said, “I will give you one last chance, husband. You’d better lay out the truth —bare and clear.”

Aiden looked at her, his eyes as serious as they could be.

“Who do you really love?”

His brows furrowed; however, Arwen’s gaze remained fixed on him, waiting for him to answer.

Aiden’s fingers clenched into fists, but he slowly walked closer, stopping in front of her. “Who do you think?” he asked, and when he saw her tilt her head up at him, he reached out to but her hair gently with all the care and love he had reserved for her … just her.

“It’s always been you, Moon. Just you!”