Arwen's gaze paused at his words, as if not understanding what he was speaking about. "What do you an?" she asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.
Aiden stared down at her, his fingers gently brushing her hair, putting them away from her face behind her ears. His gaze was gentle on her face, full of adoration. "What I an is I don't believe in coincidences. If sothing happens, it's sothing that was ant to happen —like us."
Arwen raised her brows at that. For so reason, she felt that there was more to his words. But then she couldn't understand what there could be. "Like us?" she asked. "If we are not an example of coincidence, what else do you think we are?"
Her gaze held a challenge as if she was asking him to refute it and bring her sothing better.
However, Aiden does not look at all at a loss. Rather he seed confident as if he had no longer deciphered the reason behind their relationship.
When Arwen saw him like that, her eyes squinted on its one as she tried her best to read him. But his thoughts remained as unreadable as ever. Not able to read it, she asked again, "What are we, if not a beautiful coincidence?"
"Fate," Aiden replied, his voice tinged with unshakable conviction. We are a beautiful example of fate."
His words caught her off-guard, and she blinked up at him, montarily at a loss for words. "Fate?" she echoed, her voice soft.
And humming, Aiden nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, fate. There is nothing called coincidence. We crossed paths again because we were bound to cross paths, Moon. No matter where you were or for how long we would have remained separated, we would have still found our way back to each other."
"So you believe in fate," Arwen felt her heart flutter at the way his words made their relationship sound —as if they were definite, ant to be together —always. And she kind of liked that idea. —the idea of them finding each other, no matter what. "Doesn't that sound a little dramatic? I an what it if really was just a chance? What if you hadn't been there that day at the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
He wouldn't have been there? If he could, he would have laughed at that —hard. He was not there by coincidence. He was there because he wanted to be there, for her. So that, he could make sure that she finds him and no one else.
"I would have been everywhere you wanted to be," Aiden said, his tone firm yet gentle. "As long as you needed , you would have found . I was just around you, you just never realized it."
"Around ?" Her cheeks ward at his words, staring into his eyes. "You are so sure of yourself, aren't you?" she murmured, trying to mask her fluster.
"Only when it cos to you," he said, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. He cupped her face, tilting it gently so that she stared right into his eyes and witnessed his sincerity. "Apart from you, I have never been more certain about anything in my life."
For a mont, neither spoke. They just felt the air between them getting charged, thick with emotions too profound for words.
Finally, Arwen broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fine, I accept we are not a coincidence but fate —a beautiful one at that. Now, can we take note of the ti and start the day? It's already late and you still have a company to run, if you have forgotten about it."
With that, she no longer stayed there. Pushing him gently, she rose and quickly slipped off the bed before he could pull her back. "Co on, now. Let's not delay things anymore. Having brunch every day is not a healthy idea."
She then walked towards the bathroom before disappearing inside to complete her routine. When she ca out of the closet, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Knowing that Aiden had walked in to complete his routine, she left the room to check if the breakfast was ready or not.
Downstairs, as she walked towards the kitchen, she heard her phone ring. Seeing Carl's na on the screen, she answered the call without much hesitation. Since she was inford that Alia has returned, she hasn't heard anything from Giselle. She had gotten busy so much that she barely got ti to make a call and ask.
"Carl," she answered the call and was quickly greeted by the cherry voice.
"Senior, good morning," he greeted, adding. "I have sent you the report of the academy's performance last night. Did you get the ti to check it?"
"Oh, I couldn't but don't worry, I will surely do it today. How are the things going?" Last evening, she got a text from him, informing him about the report and she had thought she would check it and revert that night itself. But she overestimated her energy. But by the ti they ca back, she was hell-tired and had completely forgotten about it.
Carl didn't seem to mind and sounded much more relaxed. "Oh, everything is fine. The accounts and bills are all settled and there is nothing to worry about on the financial aspect of the academy. As for the sponsorships and the new batches coming in, that's also been taken care of. We are handling it well, and you have nothing to worry about."
Arwen knew the three were capable of handling it well. Humming she said, "Well, that's good to hear. Is Alia ready for tomorrow?"
"Yes, she has practised it well and seems confident," Carl replied, but then pausing for a second, he asked, "Oh yes, Boss, almost forgot to confirm with you, will you be coming to cheer Giselle tomorrow."
"Of course, I will be there," Arwen said without thinking much. Though with Alia's return, she might not be performing anymore, she would still be going to oversee things. Anyway, it had been a while since she participated in anything related to Giselle.
"Great, then it will be both you and brother-in-law coming. It will be perfect." Carl said, his voice reflecting his excitent.
But Arwen's brows furrowed at it. Pausing for a bit, she asked, "Brother-in-law?"
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