Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 617

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.

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

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

Pushing the door open, he found the lights were already turned off. _{f.(r)eewe/bnov\ll.com}

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?"