Aiden stared at her and reached out to caress her head dotingly. "Good, then go and shine the way you are ant to shine, Moon."
"Mhm-hm~" Arwen humd back, succumbing to his touch. "You too," she said, adding, "Don't be late. I need you with . Complete your work and be back soon."
Aiden nodded. "I won't keep you waiting. Barely an hour and I will be back to your side, just the way you want ."
She smiled, knowing he was not simply saying. He would be back here before she could even realize that he hadn't.
"Neil," Aiden called before continuing, "Help your madam, open the door."
Neil was just waiting for it. The mont Aiden ordered, his hands moved to unbuckle the seatbelt with practised ease before he stepped out of the car, walking to open the door for Arwen.
Holding the door, he politely said, "Madam!"
Arwen gave a small smile to Aiden before turning to the door. Although Neil has blocked them from the prying eyes, she could still see a few of them peeking their way.
She wasn't scared of the crowds, but she didn't like being surrounded by so many cara flashes.
As if Aiden has read her thoughts, his hand ca to hold her, giving her the warmth she needed very much at that mont.
When she turned to look at him, he gave her a nod of assurance, to which she smiled.
And then turning, she stepped down the car. Neil closed the door after her and waited for her to walk until she was stopped by the line of reporters.
Aiden gave a long glance to her before finally saying, "Neil, let's go."
Neil at once nodded and returned back to the car before driving away.
anwhile, cara flashed at Arwen, capturing her grace, her look s and the aura that was unmistakable in her deanor.
Although she didn't appear frequently on the news as other actresses, models and socialites, she was still the renowned lady in the upper circle. So, when the reporters saw her walking down the carpet, they weren't unaware of her identity.
They all knew that she was Arwen Quinn, daughter of Catrin and Idris Quinn, and granddaughter of Brenda Davies.
"Isn't this Ms. Quinn?" one of the reporters asked just to confirm.
And soon another one responded. "She is. After her marriage arrangent was annulled, she never appeared anywhere."
"But she did ntion marrying soone," another reporter reminded. "She revealed it on her social dia."
No one has forgotten it. They have tried their best to find out the identity of the man she married. But when even after weeks they couldn't, they have moved to another.
But seeing the chance today, they weren't going to let go …
"Quick. Record the interview."
The reporters were quick to rush forward, their caraman following behind.
Arwen didn't rush to avoid then. Instead, when she saw herself getting surrounded, she paused and looked at them with a smile.
"Ms. Quinn, we are pleasantly surprised to see you here. Can you please spare us a little ti?" one of the reporters politely asked.
Arwen matched the gaze before nodding. "Sure, please go ahead." She was already waiting for this. Partly because she knew what they would end up asking her. And she really wants to give them the answers today.
The reporters were imdiately pleased, finding her so cooperative. Especially the smile with which she greeted them. Unusually, the socialites in the high society carried the usual haughtiness, but Arwen seed different.
"Ms. Quinn, we heard that your marriage arrangent with Mr. Foster was annulled. Can you tell us, who initiated it?" soone asked finally.
Arwen turned to him and responded without any hesitation. "I did."
"You did?" they didn't expect it. After all, it was Ryan who announced their relationship to be a rumour.
"I decisively ended it when after realizing we weren't ant for each other," she confird.
The reporters were quick to grasp. "Was it because of Ms. Delyth Ember?"
"Mr. Foster has previously revealed that he had feelings for Ms. Ember. Was she the reason, you two broke up?"
Arwen didn't intend to hide anything today. Smiling, she shook her head and responded, "We didn't break up," she said, making the reporters montarily confused. "For breaking up, two people should share a relationship. And Mr. Foster and I never shared any. So, what we ended was never a relationship but a family arrangent that none of us wanted to stay bound to."
Although she didn't reveal much, her words were enough to clear every speculation they had about Ryan and Arwen's relationship.
"Ms. Quinn, you ntioned before that you are married already. But you still appeared without him. Is there any reason behind it?" another person asked.
But before Arwen could answer him, soone else interjected.
"We have even heard that your family, especially your parents doesn't acknowledge your marriage and have severed the ties with you. Is that true?"
"Ms. Quinn, you are appearance here today … is it your attempt to reconcile with your family?"
"You have never previously appeared in the events such as today. Could we consider you appearance today as an effort of getting back with your family?"
The questions were shot one after the another. And Arwen was not at all amazed by them. She wasn't at all surprised how they knew about her severing ties with the family.
If Emily and others could find out, anyone else could do that sa.
It only ant that Catrin want her to be cornered from every way.
"Ms. Quinn, please answer us. We are just making the guesses, given you hold no great connection in the business industry. And in the past, you never —"
Before they could speak any further, a voice interrupted interjected from a distance.
"Vice President, is that you?"
Instinctively, Arwen turned to look back only to see the Head Marketing executive standing behind her at a distance.
"Philip," she called his na and the man walked to her with a wide smile on his face.
"Ma'am, I heard soone saying you will be attending today, but couldn't quite believe it given all these years you have always avoided the caras.
Arwen shook her head. "I wouldn't have if there wasn't a need for to attend to," she said knowing well that Philip hasn't simply appeared there. He ca with a reason —a reason to reveal her identity.
And sure, he did.
Seeing them exchange the casual words like that, the reporters were quick to grasp the keywords and process it as per the understanding.
"Vice President? Mr. Mason, is Ms. Quinn the mysterious Vice President of Davies Internationals?"
Philip turned to them, giving them a fleeting glance but didn't respond to their question. Turning back, to Arwen he simply gesture, "Ma'am, please. Everyone has been waiting inside."
Arwen also didn't stay for long. Nodding, she turned to head inside with Philip.
"Yes, let's go."
Behind them, the dia was dying to get the confirmation. They tried rushing forward, but before they could reach Arwen again, human barriers stood, obstructing their way.
Just when Arwen would have walked in, disappearing from their sight … she paused and turned to face back the dia. Smiling their way, she said, "My husband will be appearing later. If you want to et him, please be my guest."
The reporters didn't understand and even Arwen didn't stay to explain it to them. Simply signalling the guards around, she turned and walked in.
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