Arwen paused at his words, her eyes locking onto his, slightly confused and slightly anticipative. She searched for answers in his gaze, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn't quite piece together.
Under her gaze like that, Aiden stepped closer, closing the already small distance between them. His hand moved slowly, reaching out to brush away the hair that was layering the side of her face before cupping her cheek.
Her breath hitched at his touch, warmth spreading from his palm to her skin. Her heart stuttered in her chest, betraying the calm she was trying to maintain. "What does that an?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.
"Why?" he asked, his voice low and deliberate. "Is it hard to believe?"
She didn't know what to say.
Aiden's gaze softened, but grief more intense, a quiet storm brewed in the depths of his eyes. He could see her struggling to understand. The way she was looking at him was enough to tell him that she was looking for the answers. The sa ones that he was dying to tell as well.
But will she be able to take it? She couldn't and that's all that was making it so difficult.
However, no matter how much he was dying to remind her of their past, he was not ready to lose her.
"Moon," he began, his voice dipping into sothing raw and unguarded, "without my mother, I was alone. It was only when you appeared that I regained this world. You beca the family; you beca everything I desired."
She stiffened slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words ca.
"So when I said I have this longer than you can fathom," he continued, his thumb brushing tenderly across her cheekbone, "don't take it as a lie. It's the biggest truth of my life —one that I am most afraid to lose."
Arwen's heart swelled, a tide of emotion rising that she didn't quite know how to process. This might not be the answer she was looking for, but still, everything about it felt so perfect that she couldn't bring herself to question it.
She might not know much about him yet, but she knew what his mother ant to him. Bringing her just to make her see the importance she held in his life was sothing she couldn't undervalue.
Without saying another word she leaned forward and pressed her face over his heart, letting one arm wrap around him, while the other rested on his chest. "I never take your words as a lie, husband. If I have beco the biggest truth of your life, then you have beco mine as well. Do you believe if I say that?"
She asked, even though she didn't know how she would explain if he refused to believe. And even if she explained, would her reasons sound as sincere as his?
While her mind raced with all those thoughts, she felt Aiden wrap his arms around her fra, enclosing her in his embrace. He took in a deep breath and humd. "I believe everything you say."
Arwen blinked, for a mont, pausing at his words. He believed, just like that?
Pulling away slightly away from him, she stared up at him, her brows drawing in confusion. "You truly believed?" she asked, just to confirm once again.
Aiden smiled and then nodded. "How can I not?" he said, adding, "It's my wife who is speaking. I would believe every word she would say."
She never knew making soone believe her was so easy. Otherwise, every ti, she had to give so many reasons and evidence just to make her mother believe her.
Right at that mont, the microwave oven beeped and Arwen looked over her shoulders. "Oh, it's done," she said, before wrapping her arms and turning to remove the last dish from the oven. "Let's move to the dining table, or else, the dishes will again start getting cold."
With that, both of them soon walked out of the kitchen. Once settled at the table, Arwen served Aiden accompanying him.
Just when he was about to be done, Arwen got reminded of sothing and she asked, "Oh yes, I almost forgot to ask you," she spoke interrupting before asking, "What did you do with the bottle of wine that was sent yesterday?"
Although he had said that he would be sending it back later, she knew that his words weren't as simple as they sounded there. He had plans that he didn't reveal in front of all.
And even though she didn't mind it, she was curious to know it.
Aiden's hands halted mid-air as he seed to pause for a second. "Why?" he looked up. Although his expression looked the sa as before, there was a darkness in his gaze that sent a shiver down Arwen's spine —sothing that she hadn't felt before. "Do you care that I might bully your ex-boyfriend?"
She almost choked on her breath at his words. Coughing hard, she patted her chest, trying to ease herself. "I —" She didn't know what to say. This felt like a big misunderstanding, one that she wanted to solve but didn't know how to.
As she struggled to answer him, she felt his expression shifting little by little. And she knew the more she delayed the more grueso his face would beco. The first thing she loved about her husband was his handso looks, there was no way she could see his expression getting ugly.
Hence she cleared her throat and quickly said, "Ryan is not my ex-boyfriend."
Aiden raised his brow at that as he repeated. "He is not?"
Arwen felt it more hard to explain under his gaze.
Wait! Didn't he just say that he would believe whatever she would say? Then how co now he was questioning her?
And even if he was questioning her, why did he have to shift his deanor like this, as if he was ready to explode and cause destruction?
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