Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 664

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Chapter 664: She was doomed.

Arwen had just opened the door to leave when both her step and gaze paused —finding Aiden right outside.

She blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting to see him. "Husband, you are here?" she asked, her eyes sweeping over his figure before darting behind him instinctively.

Dressed in his usual sharp, fitted suit with Emyr following closely behind, he didn’t look like he had come for her. Instead, he seemed every bit the powerful CEO heading to a business meeting.

Could his meeting be scheduled at the same restaurant?

What a coincidence!

If she had known, she might have discussed it with him beforehand. The thought barely crossed her mind before a realization struck her —and her pupils dilated slightly.

She hadn’t told Aiden that she was meeting Ryan today.

And now, here she was —caught red-handed.

It wasn’t that she intended to hide it. It was just that the truth she was out to find was something he was keeping secret from her.

In that case, what should she tell him? How should she explain her meeting?

And hence, she didn’t tell him.

But who would have imagined she would bump into him here? Had she known, she would have done anything to avoid this situation.

Unfortunately, it was too late to undo anything now.

The best she could do was try to explain. She opened her mouth, ready to speak. "Aiden, I —"

But her voice faltered when she noticed his eyes —not on her —but past her.

She didn’t need to look back to know who he was staring at.

There was only one person in the room. The answer was obvious.

Arwen hadn’t lied, and yet, the situation had spiralled into something worse. Could she blame herself for it?

She doesn’t know.

Aiden was kin. Gentle. Incredibly caring. But he was also possessive. Very possessive ... just like her.

And if the roles were reversed —if she had seen him in a room with a woman from his past —she wouldn’t have taken it well either.

God! I am doomed.

She closed her eyes for a second, pitying herself, just as Emyr’s voice broke the silence from behind. His tone was soft, almost fearful, as though hoping to avoid inciting an explosion.

"Sir, Director Thompson is here."

Arwen glanced at Emyr —and then noticed a middle-aged man approaching from the corridor. His face was lined with age, but cheerful, and his eyes were fixed on Aiden ... even from a distance.

"President Winslow! There you are. We have been waiting for you." Director Thompson said brightly

But Aiden didn’t look his way. His gaze remained locked on Arwen —as though silently demanding something ... an explanation.

Mr. Thompson waited, his hand extended politely for a handshake. But when Aiden didn’t even glance his direction, his expression faltered, and his gaze shifted towards Emyr in confusion.

Caught in an impossible spot, Emyr hesitated. Then, helplessly, he turned to Arwen —his eyes silently begging her to intervene and spare them all from the hell that seemed ready to befall them any moment.