anwhile at the hospital, after long hours, finally the red light outside the operation theatre was set off.
Ryan glanced up and right at that mont, the door of the room was pulled open. He stood up and saw Dr. Walters coming out.
"Dr. Walter," he called as he quickly walked to him. His brows furrowed in concern.
The doctor gave him a small smile and then slowly nodded. "Mr. Foster, you can relax now," he said as he slowly removed his cap. "The surgery was successful. Now with this complete, the day is not far when Ms. Ember will be able to stand up on her feet once again."
Ryan's expression eased and he finally relaxed. "Thank you, Dr. Walter."
The doctor smiled and gracefully accepted his words before adding, "Ms. Ember is still under the effect of the sedative. She will be moved to the ICU first and later after a few days, we will have her shifted to the private ward. For now, you can wait for her to regain her consciousness."
This was sothing normal and Ryan was expecting it. Hence when he heard the doctor he nodded. After that, Dr. Walters left.
Once he was gone, Ryan went back to sit chair. Soon, he heard the Delyth being wheeled out. Standing up, he followed. Once she was shifted to the ICU, he talked with the nurse there before deciding to leave.
When he was walking out, the nurse stared at his back, perplexed. Seeing her staring in the direction like that, another nurse nudged her to ask, "What happened? What are you looking at?"
The nurse shook her head. "No, I am just confused. I thought this man was her boyfriend and that's why he looked so concern. But now seeing him leave like that, it feels like there is nothing such between them. After all, which man would leave his girlfriend behind, after such a big surgery."
***
Back at Winslow Residence,
Arwen might not be well-versed with the kitchen here, but after moving around a few tis, she knew almost every location. The chefs had kept everything prepared, so reheating them was not big of a task. She was able to do it all well and fine.
When only a few dishes were left, she heard Aiden's voice from the entrance.
"Do you need my help?" he asked, and she glanced up at him, her lips curling up in a small smile.
Shaking her head, she refused. "There is no help needed. I am almost done. But you still insist, then you can accompany taking the dishes to the table."
Aiden walked in, his hands tucked in his jogger's pockets. Since there were still a few dishes left, he stood there.
That mont felt blissful and Arwen didn't know she craved it so much until she was finally experiencing it.
"Do you also feel this is peaceful?" she asked suddenly, not knowing what she was expecting to hear. After all, it was her life that was a ss before, not his. She had to be mindful of her mom, Ryan and all the rules and disciplines set by her mom.
Why would he feel the sa satisfaction that she was feeling at that mont?
She realized that she had posed the wrong question to the wrong person. She was about to close it when she heard him hum.
"Mhm … it's pleasant."
Since she hadn't expected him to answer it, she was quite surprised. Glancing up at him, she blinked.
When Aiden felt her gaze, he nonchalantly glanced at her. "What's wrong?" he asked, before hearing the beep from microwave oven. He moved slowly but swiftly, taking out the dish and replacing it with another, all the while when Arwen stared at him, blinking.
"You agree to it?" after a while she asked.
And Aiden stared at her, puzzled, as if he couldn't understand what she was intending to ask.
"I an, you feel the sa?"
His gaze paused at her and she truly heard the thumps of her heart at that mont, as if she was nervously waiting for him to answer.
Maybe when he agreed before, he wasn't serious. He just humd in response to her because he didn't want to refuse her.
And now that she had asked him again, he was giving true thought to it …
"I-It's fine, I understand —"
"With a beautiful wife who is willing to do little things for you is always pleasant. Having you, how can I not feel it?" He then looked around and gestured for her to look the sa. "You had your dinner, yet you are willing to accompany throughout so that I don't feel alone. If this isn't blissful, what else could be?"
Arwen turned to look at him in surprise. "You knew it?"
"I guessed," he said with a soft smile. "You went to visit Granna. Of course, there might have been situations."
"She was refusing to have her dinner and since she had to have her dicines, I forced it to sit with and complete the al."
Aiden smiled before reaching to comb her hair behind her ears. "You don't have to explain so much. I am not petty to mind you eating outside once in a while."
"But you waited for … for the dinner," Arwen retorted.
And Aiden nodded. "Yes, I did," he said, adding. "Because that's my job —to wait for you. To spend this little ti of tranquillity with you. As I said, it's pleasant."
Arwen's breath hitched as she didn't know what she should say. "I—I thought it was just who craved for this," she said, looking away to hide her fluster.
"Then you don't know how much I have craved for it," he said, taking her by surprise. She glanced up at him with brows furrowed in confusion.
"You an —" Arwen has always thought there was sothing amiss between them. Like a missing part of the puzzle that felt to be around yet never actually being around.
And now hearing Aiden put his words like that, once again the feeling of that missing part was surfacing.
"I crave for this for much longer than you can fathom, Moon."
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