She knew sothing was scaring him. One that is keeping him on lease ... keeping him restrained and away from telling her the truth.
She wanted to know it. But the question was —will he tell her what it was?
What was his fear all about? What was so dreadful that he was so scared of it?
As she asked, she waited for him to tell. Patiently. She had all the ti for him as long as he chooses to share it with her.
Aiden watched her. Sothing in his gaze shifted that she imdiately recognised it. His vulnerability.
She moved her hand to hold his, not letting him retract. Not when she could tell that he was just a step away from confessing it to her.
"What is it, husband?" she asked again. "What scares you the most? Is it —"
"You," he confessed, making her pause in her words. Her brows furrowed a little in confusion as she stared at him, trying to figure out what he ant by that.
"You scare the most, Moon." He repeated, looking at her.
"?" she asked.
And he nodded. "Yes, you. Nothing but you, Moon. Losing you scares more than anything in this world. Just the thought of not finding you around dreads to hell, Moon. I can’t bear the thought of being alive in a world where you are not there. I —"
"Shush!" She reached to cup his face, bringing her face closer to calm him down. "It’s fine. You are not losing . I am still here, and I am not leaving you anymore. Not today, not tomorrow. You don’t have to be scared of it."
She tried to reassure him, but in his eyes, she saw the sa fear again. As though even if he knew she was there with her, he was scared to lose her the next second.
That fear was sothing that she found unexplainable.
Why would he be so scared of losing her?
Wasn’t she there with him? Then why did he still fear not having her around?
She had heard a burnt child dreads fire. Could it be that his fear shares the sa origin?
"Aiden," she called his na softly, looking into his eyes. "I am your wife. I am yours. There is no way I am going to leave you. So, if that’s the fear that haunts you, trust , it’s no longer going to be real."
Aiden’s gaze turned a shade determined as he stared back at her and said, his words coming like a vow. "I am not going to let it beco real. Not again."
Arwen was about to nod to him, but she paused when she realized what he said. Her brows knitted a little as she stared at him before asking, "Not again?" She saw his expression shift. He hadn’t realized himself what he had almost said. "What do you an by that? Have you lost before?"
He didn’t respond imdiately, but for once she saw it in his eyes. His fear, his pain —the dread to have it all repeated all over again.
"A burnt child dreads fire," Aiden spoke softly. And just when she thought he was finally ready to tell it all to her —their past and everything they once shared, his next words proved her wrong. "I have once lost the one I have loved. I can’t let it repeat again."
Arwen watched him, not knowing what to say. If he had said it before, she might have felt a sting of jealousy. But right now, it was not the sa.
How could she be jealous of herself?
Nodding, she affird, "I know you won’t let it happen. I trust you."
Aiden stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly as if he was trying to read her. But she just smiled at him.
Then, looking at the ti on her watch, she said, "Oh, I almost missed the ti." She stood up, smoothing her dress pants. "I still have to go to the company. So, I will leave first. See you in the evening."
And with that, she turned to leave. However, just as she turned and took a step, her arms were held back once again.
She looked over her shoulder as she arched her brow. "Now, what’s wrong?"
Aiden’s eyes tried to look into her gaze. "You don’t have anything else to ask?"
She paused for a small mont, but then shrugged and said, "What I had to ask, I asked you already? Is there sothing that I didn’t?" She waited, but his eyes only stared at hers as if looking for sothing.
"Nothing," he said after a mont, and she smiled again at him.
Once she left, Aiden’s gaze turned deeper. He stared in the direction where Arwen had left. There was sothing different about her. The way she asked him.
It felt like she was looking for sothing. Yet not openly seeking it.
The Arwen he knew was curious. She wouldn’t let a topic get dismissed until she got her answer.
Yet today, she didn’t ask him to explain. She accepted the reason he gave as if she was expecting him to dodge away.
Was it truly the way he was thinking? Or was it sothing else?
His phone rang on the table, and he grabbed it to take the call.
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anwhile, Arwen was on her way out when she heard Selene’s voice calling her na.
"Arwen!"
She paused in her steps and turned to look, only to find Selene walking towards her from the other end.
"Is there anything, Ms. Martin?" Arwen asked, keeping her tone unhurried.
Selene approached her and stopped just a step away from her. Nodding, she spoke, "Yes, I wanted to thank you for helping earlier."
Arwen arched her brow, but thinking back, she realized what she was referring to.
"You are our guest, Ms. Martin. I didn’t help you. I just said what I needed to say." She said, though Selene didn’t believe her.
Looking at her, she smiled and said, "Don’t put it like that, Arwen. I understand why you made stay."
Arwen paused, and she looked. "You do?" she asked as though curious to know what she knew.
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