Arwen’s brows furrowed slightly, and she turned her gaze to look at Selene.
Selene, on the other hand, felt on the edge. All she wanted was to make Arwen feel worse inside, the sa as she was feeling. "I don’t know whether you have noticed it before or not, Arwen, but your na shares quite a semblance with mine. Selene — Moon. Moon — Selene. They are not different as long as you search for their anings."
"..." Arwen paused at that. She didn’t speak, and seeing her silent, Selene finally felt a sense of relief.
Her lips curled in a smirk as she looked at Arwen and said, "I accept you are not vicious. I chose the wrong word. But I believe you are not that dumb to not see the obvious."
"You might be his wife today, but rember, Arwen ... you are nothing but my substitute. You might deny it to accept, but that won’t change the truth. The reality doesn’t change on anyone’s refusal."
And with that, she gave one last look and then stord away. Carla followed after her.
Mr. Jones, who had just stepped out, heard it, and his expression twisted with worry. He quickly walked and approached Arwen. "Madam, what she said isn’t true. You na ... your na ..."
Arwen turned to look at him.
And just when he thought he would see the expression of distrust and betrayal on her face, her lips slowly curled upwards to present him the sa kind face she had always carried —one full of trust and confidence.
"What’s wrong, Mr. Jones?"
"She —"
"What she said wasn’t false," Arwen accepted it, and that’s exactly what Mr. Jones feared. He didn’t know what he should say to solve the misunderstanding that had been deliberately created.
"Madam, —"
"Mr. Jones," she intervened rather softly as if reassuring him of sothing. "Soone’s denial to accept the reality cannot change the reality. It can’t change who they are, and it definitely can’t change who they actually are. So, it’s okay. I don’t mind."
Mr. Jones paused for a second. His brows tugged not just in a complicated expression, but in deep confusion. In that mont, he couldn’t understand what the lady ant.
Not because she spoke in too complicated terms, but because it felt that her words carried sothing very subtle —a hint that was hard to understand.
However, before he could ask anything, she gave him her casual smile and wished kindly, "Good night, Mr. Jones". And then, turning, she left.
Mr. Jones watched her leave. His mind, still thinking back about her words.
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anwhile, Arwen climbed up the stairs and went to the room. Her mood was at ease, as if she hadn’t had the conversation she actually had with Selene.
Her eyes were so clear that it was hard to tell what she was thinking inside. But one thing was sure: there was definitely sothing going on in her plans.
But what the plan was all about —it was again hard to say.
Just as she entered the room and took a few steps inside, a voice made her pause in her steps.
"Was it fun?"
She turned her eyes to look at the bed where Aiden had already settled comfortably. She arched her brow at him and stared as if she didn’t understand.
"What was fun? I don’t understand what you are talking about?" She then walked further in, walking straight to the mirror.
Aiden’s gaze followed her like a shadow following the body. "You could have chosen a more direct way. Giving away what’s yours is never an option."
She looked at him through the mirror. Her gaze was deep as she stared at him. "What’s mine can’t be taken away. No matter how I push, it would still end up on my side because it’s ant to be like that. But ..." She turned to look more directly at him.
Pulling her lips in a deliberate smile, she spoke, "... a direct way would have hurt. And I wasn’t sure if you were ready to see her hurt. After all, she thinks she is precious as treasure to you."
Aiden looked at her, and even though it was subtle, she saw his jaw flex a little as if restraining sothing within.
She was pushing his buttons, and she knew it well. However, from where she was seeing things, he deserved every bit of it.
"You are still upset?" he asked.
And Arwen shrugged. "What do you think? Did you do anything to appease ?"
"I didn’t?" He raised a brow, and once again, she just shrugged.
"I don’t know." And then, walking to her side of the bed, she simply slipped inside the blanket. "It’s getting late. Let’s not dwell on sothing that can’t be solved in a day. Sleep to keep yourself energised for tomorrow."
And with that, she lay on her back and turned her back towards him to sleep. She didn’t switch off the light.
But after a minute, it turned off on its own. A small smile curled up her lips when she felt an arm wrapping around her waist, gently and carefully.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked, and just after felt his breathing quite close to her ears. It almost made her shiver under the effect.
"Sleeping," ca his voice, deep and llow.
"Like this?"
Aiden humd. "Of course. We can’t change our ritual over a simple argunt, can we?"
Of course, they can’t.
But could he not sound so sweet while saying it?
It was lting her. How could she remain upset with him when he acts like this?
"Fine, then sleep. Don’t make push you away," she said, trying her best to maintain the role.
But the very next second, her breath hitched, feeling his lips pressing against the side of her neck —the spot she was too sensitive to.
"Even if you push away, I will still end up on your side, because that’s how it’s ant to be like," he said, and Arwen couldn’t help but close her eyes, relishing that casual but very intimate mont with him.
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