"What's wrong? Is everything fine?" Arwen asked, turning to look at Aiden, who sat behind the steering wheel, driving in silence.
Although the silence was not awkward, it was weird.
When she decided to go out with him, she didn't expect the ride to beco so silent. She thought they would be going, teasing and having fun together as they have always been around each other.
Aiden hadn't noticed the sa. So, when she asked, he was montarily confused. "Huh?" he asked, turning to give a fleeting look at her. "Everything is fine. What could be wrong? Why did you ask?"
"You have gone silent all of a sudden," she said, not hiding the reason for her doubt. "You aren't like this always. So, I asked, did anything happen that changed your mood?"
He paused for a second, and in that mont, sothing flashed in his eyes. But before Arwen could notice it, it was gone.
"How am I, then?" he asked.
"Huh?"
He turned to look at her and asked with pure confusion written on his face. "You said I am not like this always. So, tell how I am, then, if not like this?"
"You tease and —"
"You want to tease you?" his brows arched up, and her face flushed red, and she realized that although she didn't an it, she gave him sothing to tease her.
"I didn't an that," she said, looking away. Her fingers unconsciously moved to pull back the stray strand of hair behind her ears.
Noticing her gesture of shyness, Aiden smirked. "Oh, you didn't? But it made feel that every inch of yours is craving to get teased by . Do you like it when I tease you?"
"I … I …"
"There is no need for you to retort to it," he said, trying to make the answer easy for him. "If you like it, you can tell . From next ti, I will put extra effort into teasing you."
"You —"
"Hm?"
"Actually, I got it wrong. It wasn't bad when you were driving silently." She gestured him towards the steering wheel, which he was manoeuvring very skilfully. "It was, in fact, better. Please focus on driving. We aren't on a long drive right now. We have plans to reach sowhere, and teasing like this will only delay us."
"Aren't we out for fun today? And this is fun. Isn't it?" he countered.
And Arwen narrowed her eyes at him. "No, it isn't. Drive now." She then crossed her arms and simply turned to stare out of the window.
Aiden watched and couldn't hold back a smirk.
Not long after, they arrived at the city's most luxurious mall. Living up to the na, all the well-known luxury brands were lined up in a row.
"Before we enter, I would love to remind you that at tis like this, I don't often stay frugal," Arwen said, giving him a look that should have seed like a warning. "I buy what I find worth buying. So, dear husband, I just hope you don't regret it later."
Aiden heard her well and stared at the opulent design of the mall. "It would be disgraceful for if my wife couldn't be satisfied spending to her heart's content. Don't worry, there is nothing to regret."
"We will see that later," she scoffed before intertwining her fingers with his and tugging him towards the entrance of the building.
Although Arwen said she was entering with an intention to spend, she didn't actually act on it.
Not because she did want to, but because she didn't find the need to.
Every brand's recent collection was oddly familiar to her. Not because she had seen them surfing online, but because most of them are there, encased in her closet, ready for her use.
She never noticed who did it before, but the dresses and the accessories were often replaced with the recent trending ones that not just went according to the fashion but also the weather.
Since all of it matched her preference, she didn't question before. But only now she realized that they were regularly getting updated and replaced according to her needs.
"Aren't you too smart?" she said, glaring at her husband.
Aiden turned to look at her and blinked. "Are you praising or making a complaint?"
Arwen narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you think?" she then looked around the store. "Everything here that I would have liked, I couldn't buy?"
"Why?"
"Why would I buy them …" she asked through the mock grit of her teeth, "when I have them already, husband?" She pointed at a handbag and then another before moving to the basic accessory. "This, this, this and this … all of them are there in my closet. Care to tell if you are not aware of it?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. These simple things are looked after by Mr. Jones."
"On whose orders?" she gaze squinted even more.
Of course, his.
Even if he refused it now, she knew.
But what she didn't know was that —everything that's there in her closet cos handpicked by him. He loves to pick things silently when she is not noticing.
Only he knew what she would like.
Rubbing his nose, Aiden said, "Well, we probably wouldn't be having everything."
"Really?"
He coughed and nodded. "We can look into the other brands and see if they have anything that suits us."
Before Arwen could retort, he held her hand and pulled her out of one store, leading her to another.
Just as they were leaving, they didn't notice. But soone else did.
"Arwen!"
From a distance, a woman recognized Arwen. Although she didn't see the man clearly but she could tell that it was Arwen whom she had seen just now. "You are here again," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with familiar hostility. "This ti, I wouldn't let you overstep . Let see if you hold the confidence to face ."
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