Although Arwen refused, Lady Foster still insisted on walking her out. It was not just out of love but also partly because she wanted to see who exactly was waiting outside.
"Aunt Beca, it's fine. It has already started drizzling. If you co out, you might get soaked." Arwen spoke, pausing at the main entrance of the villa to stop her from stepping outside.
Beca patted Arwen's hand and nodded. "Fine. I won't step out. Let Mr. Jas help you with an umbrella," she said, turning to the butler, who nodded and moved to carry out her request.
But before he could even open the umbrella, Arwen heard Emyr's voice. "Madam!"
She turned to find him already there with an umbrella. Her eyes twinkled in mild confusion, which Emyr quickly explained.
"I am here to escort you back to the car. Sir wanted to co, but an important call held him back, so I had to co."
"It's fine, Mr. Ethan. Thank you for your thoughtfulness," Awen said warmly. It might not have seed like much, but since these gestures were coming from soone she had t only a few hours ago –soone who was now also her husband –they made her feel cared for. Sothing she hadn't had experienced much in her life.
Turning to Mrs. Foster, she smiled, "Aunt Beca, Mr Jas doesn't need to trouble himself. Mr. Ethan is already here to take back."
Beca turned to assess the man standing in formal attire. His sophistication spoke louder than her words. With just one look, she could tell he wasn't soone from a simple background. Nodding, she turned back to Arwen. "Fine, then go quickly. And don't forget what you promised today.
Co visit often."
Arwen smiled and nodded before turning to leave. As she stepped down, Emyr walked beside her, holding the umbrella over her head, shielding her from the drizzles. But before they walked away, he casted a brief but calculating glance towards Mrs. Foster.
Beca didn't miss his gaze. Standing at the door, she kept her eyes on the two figures walking towards the car until she noticed another movent near the Rolls Royce. Due to the distance between the house and car, she couldn't make out the details clearly, but she could tell the man who stepped out from the car carried an aura that was unrivaled.
Even from afar, she could feel it. While her eyes squinted to try and make out more details, the umbrella obscured his identity. However, it couldn't hide his gentleness towards Arwen.
Not minding the drizzling rain, the man stepped down just to open the door for Arwen. That alone briefed the story that was yet to unfold.
"Mr. Jas, do you know who he is?" Beca asked the butler standing behind her,
"Sorry, Madam, I don't. But if you wish, I can have soone to investigate him imdiately," the butler offered, but Beca shook her head.
"No need. If it would be necessary, his identity will reveal itself in ti. Right now, what matters is Arwen. We, the Fosters, have failed her," she said, deep disappointnt flashing in her eyes. "Mr. Jas, please find out where Ryan is.
Ask him to co ho straight away."
"Yes, Madam," the butler responded and Beca took one last look at Arwen before watching the car drive away from the property.
Arwen was the girl she had chosen for the family, not just because she was a Quinn but because she had watched her grow into the woman no other young lady could match. Even in the shadows, Arwen had a charm that shone through. But her foolish son never held an eye to notice her. Now, he had lost her to another man, and Beca was certain that sooner or later, her son would regret it.
But even if he did, she wouldn't be able to help him.
Back in the car, Arwen turned to look at Aiden. Her eyes paused on his shoulders that got efficiently wet due to the rain. "Mr. Ethan was holding the umbrella for . You didn't have to get down and open the door for ," she said.
Aiden, sitting in his usual composed manner, turned to her, and calmly responded, "Soone had to open the door for you, and it should be your husband."
"It wasn't necessary. We have long moved past the dieval era of chivalry where won were treated like that because of their gender," Arwen said, almost pouting.
Aiden shook his head. "You are mistaken. What I did wasn't from so outdated concept, but from the concept of the relationship we are starting. If it's chivalry, then I will always be chivalrous –for you and only for you. Because you are now my wife. Legally wedded wife," he said, his words rendering Arwen speechless.
Up front, Emyr shared the sa sentint as Arwen. After all, this side of his boss was not just new for her, but also for him.
Arwen quickly recovered from her shock. Rubbing her nose gently, she asked, "Mr. Ethan, do we have spare towels in the car?"
Emyr, caught off guard by the sudden shift of the conversation, took a second to respond but quickly nodded. "Yes, Madam. We have so." He leaned forward to retrieve one from a compartnt.
Arwen took the towel from him and turned to Aiden, extending it for him to take. But Aiden simply stared at her with an expression that resembled confusion but wasn't quite that.
Pressing her lips in a thin line, Arwen didn't mind his little ga. Leaning towards him slightly, she began dabbing his shoulders to dry the wetness. "Since that's what you have decided, let help you," she said.
While her words left Emyr even more confused –watching everything unfold like an intriguing movie –Aiden understood her aning. He didn't stop her, rather let her continue. Even though it was small gesture, because it was her doing it, it was no longer trivial enough to ignore.
Emyr didn't want to interrupt the mont between them, but after driving aimlessly for a while, he figured it would be better to ask. Clearing his throat audibly, he spoke, "Sir, Madam, where should I drive next to?"
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