In the evening, when Aiden returned, Arwen was already at ho. Seeing him enter the room, her lips curled up into a warm smile. "You are back," she said cheerily, her voice carrying the softness that imdiately caught his attention.
Aiden raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. "You are looking so excited. Were you waiting for , or did sothing good happen?" he asked.
Arwen squinted playfully as she stood, brushing her hands against her skirt before walking toward him. "What do you think?" she asked, her tone teasing. Taking his jacket, she folded it neatly over her arm and smiled up at him. "Both of your guesses are right. I was waiting for my husband to co ho so I could share the good things that happened today."
Aiden watched her, his gaze softening. For a mont, he was quiet, simply taking her in. Then he nodded with a small smile. "Okay," he said, finding her deanor endearing.
He had always known that when she arrived ho before him, she would wait for his return —though she would never admit it. Today, however, was different. She didn't just wait; she welcod him with an openness that made her seem like a perfect picture of a little wife eagerly awaiting her husband's return.
He didn't want her bound by such roles —he loved her independence, her fire —but he couldn't deny how adorable she looked in that mont. Her eyes that tayed on him, gave him the flutters in the heart that he had always longed for.
It was as if Arwen could read his gaze. "You like like this?" she asked, but Aiden didn't say anything. And when he didn't Arwen pursed her lips shaking her her head. "Husband, you just have to tell and I would do these small things to make you smile —always."
Aiden shook his head. "You don't have to," he said with a soft smile on his lips. "You don't have to do anything that you don't feel like doing, Moon."
"How do you know that I don't feel like doing it?" she asked, pressing a smile on her lips before turning and walking away for a short while to hang his jacket. When she returned, she saw him still standing there, watching her way. "What?" she asked. "Won't you explain how you know it when I am myself not sure?"
She walked back to him and grabbed his arm before pulling him to the couch to sit first. "Since you are still deciding on an answer, let's sit and wait. Once you decide, tell . Until then I will wait."
At first, Aiden thought she wasn't being serious but hearing her again, he knew she wouldn't budge until she heard from him. Hence, sighing softly, he said, both his words and tone carried the warmth he held for her. "Moon, I don't want you to feel compelled about anything. The world can compromise as much as they want, but if you have to compromise for even a second, it would kill a thousand deaths."
His words ca like a promise that imdiately made Arwen's breath hitch. Slowly, the warmth spread through her heart and her lips curled. Reaching out, she held Aiden's hands in hers. "Mr. Winslow, husband and wife share equal duties and responsibilities. As much as it's your responsibility to take care of , it's the sa for . Even it's might duty to do things that make and keep you happy and smiling."
"But will that make you happy?" Aiden asked, and his question like that made paused Arwen for a second. She felt frozen, out of wits. Even when she was talking about him, he was considering things for her. Why was he so considerate of her?
Was this his way of making her fall for him?
If it is, then she wanted to tell him that it's working terrifically. Because she seems to be falling for him harder and harder every day, every second around him. If this continues, it would take long for her to be over head over heels for him.
And she knew he would be all worth of that devotion.
Seeing her not answering her for a good while, Aiden thought she realized how burdenso it would be. He thought to help her shrug off the topic. "Moon, I —" he began but his words were swiftly cut off.
"Of course," Arwen said, interrupting him, her lips curling up deeper. "It will make happy," she said. "More than you could even think". Her tone held a conviction that not just surprised her but even Aiden.
Aiden stared at her, his brows drawn together in quiet contemplation. He didn't say anything, instead, his gaze remained on her as if trying to read her thoughts.
When Arwen saw him like that, she raised her hand slowly and cupped one side of his face gently. "You are my husband, Mr. Winslow. Rember, we didn't sign any contract. So what we share is real which ans you have all the right over , just as I have over you," she said.
And at her words, Aiden's expression shifted. He held her hand tightly and asked, almost as if he wanted to confirm once before actually believing it. "Are you giving right over you?"
Arwen was amazed. She chuckled softly. "Didn't you know you had it all this while?"
Aidens brows furrowed, and Arwen tapped his nose playfully, adoring his expression of disbelief. It was rare to see him like that as all the ti he was sure of all the things around them. "Too bad you didn't use your right sooner. Haven't you learned to stay inford of all the privileges? In both business and life, it can gain you the best benefits and can help you avoid great losses."
Aiden grabbed her finger, the one that had tapped his nose. His expression shifted once again, this ti to sothing darker, almost devilish. "Care to repeat that?" he asked, his voice low, teasing yet dangerously charming.
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