Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 425: Terrible Disaster.

Arwen was taken aback.

She stared at Gianna, perplexed at her sudden outburst.

And Gianna, on the other hand, was totally enraged. Slapping her hand against the table, she stood up.

"You say my uncle, the Aiden Winslow, will let you go? Just like that?"

Arwen frowned and didn't understand. Thinking that Gianna was acting on her dramatics, she was about to shake her head and dismiss the subject when she heard her continue further.

"He is the last person who would let go of anything or anyone, just like that. That's simply not his nature." She said before she gave the reason. "He couldn't even let the girl; he treasured in his heart. He would let you go … his wife —that's impossible."

"Wenna, just think, given the antics he carries around you, do you think he would let you go because you forgot him?"

Arwen halted at that question.

She hadn't thought this before. Maybe she got so engrossed in that moment that apart from his words she didn't consider anything at all, and just believed whatever he said.

But now that Gianna mentioned it and she thought about it … truly, it doesn't feel like Aiden.

He didn't even agree to keep their marriage limited to a contract when they had all the reasons to …

Why would he just let her go when he could do everything to keep her to him?

Not once, not twice —she couldn't even count how many times he had said that she belonged to him and would always belong to him. He made sure that she knew his possessiveness. He also had made sure she knew what she meant to him —then how did she become a fool to believe the one-time he said she meant nothing to him?

Arwen's expression changed as the realization dawned upon her.

He deliberately said that to her …

Gianna, on the other hand, sighed deeply, sitting back on the chair. "I don't know what's going on between you and him, Wenna. But I can tell you one thing for sure —he treats you like he had never treated anyone around him. So, I am not sure of the past, but right now, in the present —you are his treasured one —his treasured wife. And if he treasures something, no matter what happens he won't let go."

Her lips curled up in a warm smile. "Couple promises to never fall apart until death does them apart. But if you ask him to promise that, he will say that even death won't take you away from him. He is that type. So, don't think out of all, he will let you go, because he would never."

Arwen believed her —not because she was letting her delusions mislead her away, but because she realized she was gravely misunderstanding something.

"Anna," suddenly she spoke, staring at Gianna with a deep gaze. "What do you think it is that I have been dreaming recently?"

Gianna's brows knitted slightly in confusion. "Huh?"

Arwen didn't explain the question. Instead, she proceeded further and asked straight. "Is it some imagination, or a past that I have forgotten about"

Gianna paused for a few seconds to seriously consider it. After a moment, she spoke, "To be honest, Wenna, I don't know. It's confusing and I don't want to confuse you more than you already are. Furthermore, recently you even complain of having headaches. So, I would suggest you consider visiting a doctor and finding it out in more detail."

Arwen's brows tugged in a frown.

Gianna's expression also turned solemn as she spoke with more seriousness. "A physician will be able to diagnose you and tell you better. Sitting back and speculating whether your dreams are real or just an imagination will only make you lose your calm."

Arwen understood what she meant. Nodding, she said, "You are saying it right. I think it would be better if I visit a doctor and find out in more detail."

"Yes," Gianna nodded in agreement. "Let me know when you fix the appointment. I will come with you."

They didn't discuss more about it. Completing the rest of the breakfast, Gianna got up to leave first.

"I won't be late today, I guess," she said, checking her watch once before looking at Arwen. "I have to just go and meet my editor. She asked me to come today to discuss the publication schedule. Once I am done discussing that with her, I will be back."

Arwen nodded. "Go ahead. I will probably leave in a while too. See you in the evening."

With that, Gianna left.

Arwen sat at the table for a while longer before getting up to make a move as well. She was leaving when her phone rang.

When she checked the screen, the name flashing on the screen was —Emyr.

***

Meanwhile, in New York, an hour before …

When Emyr entered Aiden's penthouse, a shiver ran down his spine. He rubbed his arms subconsciously while she halted at the door itself to inspect the place first.

It had been months since he last felt this familiar frigid air.

What the hell had happened that invited this gruesome air back?

His gaze darted to look around, noting every detail of the place. But nothing seemed out of place. Everything was as he had seen last night after he came here to drop Aiden off after work.

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Could it be that something happened last night?

He was trying to identify the cause or the reason that was making him feel like that when suddenly he heard a loud cry from inside. His expression froze and without delaying another second, he rushed to check.

He ran towards Aiden's room, only to get shocked further.

Although the world outside looked beautiful, Aiden's room at the moment looked like it had to withstand a terrible disaster—one that was capable of wiping away every human's existence.

And on the floor, there was a maid sprawled, bleeding.

What the hell had happened here?