Arwen had always thought she had only beco strong, confident and bold after eting Aiden. But hearing her father ntion her past self —one that she had forgotten, she realized all that she was now was just what she had been before.
Confidence, decisiveness and boldness —were nothing but a part of her nature. Her personality —the personality that she had forgotten or made to forget ... deliberately, intentionally.
"Arwen?" Idris called again, a frown tugging at his brows, making him look serious. "I asked you sothing. Tell , what did you an by that?"
Arwen shook her head. "No, I just an I don’t rember myself like that. It’s like an accident changed all of , and then I never went back to how I was before."
Idris studied her face. Although he felt like there was sothing else that she wasn’t telling him, he didn’t press her. "You changed after that accident. But I could see you finally return to your original self now. And trust , it’s good to see you becoming how you were before, because I truly used to adore that side of yours before."
Arwen gave him a small smile. But on the inside, she was thinking sothing else. After a mont, she asked, "By the way, Dad, do you rember what happened in that accident?"
"The one that you t when you were young?" he asked, and she nodded.
He thought back and then shook his head. "At that ti, I wasn’t here. I rushed back only after I knew about your situation. Fortunately, your mother was here, and she went to check on you the mont she got to know about it."
Before Arwen could ask more, a knock at the door interrupted her.
She turned to look and saw the door pushing open before Aiden stepped in.
Idris looked at him and smiled, "Aiden, I didn’t expect you would also show up."
"It’s only right for to co and visit you, Dad," he walked in with Emyr following him with a basket of fruits.
"You don’t have to be so formal," Idris replied, trying to sit up. "I have been at your place, and I know how much people can be busy at work. I said the sa to Arwen earlier, but given how stubborn she is, I cannot make her agree. But I expect you to be a little different."
Aiden’s gaze shifted to look at Arwen. Giving her a small smile, he said, "I am not stubborn like her. I agree with you." And just when Idris would have nodded, he added, "I will co to visit you after work. That way it won’t be a problem."
Idris paused and turned to look at his daughter.
Arwen couldn’t hold laughter.
"Why did I not see this before? You two complent each other."
"Of course, we do. What else do you think?" Arwen chuckled, exchanging a look with Aiden. And then she stood up to say, "Since you are here, stay with Dad for a while. I will go and check with the doctors."
Aiden gave her nod after which she left.
However, walking out of the room, she didn’t go to et the doctor first. Instead, she paused half way to make a call.
When the call was answered, she spoke, "Dr. Calvin, can we et tomorrow?" She paused and then quickly added, "I know it’s a public holiday and you might have your plans. But please understand if we don’t et tomorrow, it will be the weekend the next day and —"
Before she could say more, Calvin spoke from the other end, "Let’s et."
She paused, taken off guard for a second. But just when she would have thought it different, he explained.
"I have nothing on my schedule tomorrow, so I can manage. Furthermore, I already told you I will help you in your situation."
Arwen smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Dr. Calvin." And with that, she hung up the call.
anwhile, on the other side, after hanging up the call, Reese Calvin stared out at the moon. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he thought of the rembrance of sothing he hadn’t been able to forget.
"Let help you, Arwen," he muttered slowly, almost under his breath. "Consider it as a return of the favour you did for back then."
His phone rang again, and when he looked at it, it was Ivy, his assistant. He took the call and answered in his usual unhurried tone. "Yes, tell ."
"Dr. Calvin, your reservation for tomorrow has been confird. You can go and enjoy your ti at Maison d’Or." She inford pleasingly.
Maison d’Or was a classic French fine dining restaurant where, to get a single reservation, guests had to stay on the waitlist for more than a year. It’s not an easy grab, and that’s what makes it an opportunity worth cherishing.
"This ca just at the right ti," Reese murmured again, the smile over his lips only deepening further.
On the line, Ivy heard him, but she couldn’t understand. She asked carefully, her tone carrying the hesitation, "Sorry, did you say sothing, doctor?"
"Yes," Reese humd, continuing, "I asked you to help request the restaurant to change my table. Tell them, I want a table for two at the best position at their restaurant."
Ivy paused in confusion. "Ugh ... a table for two?" she asked, "Are you bringing soone along?"
Reese hemd again. "Yes, I want to take a friend along. We made a last-minute plan. Can you help arrange it, Ivy?"
"Sure, Dr. Calvin. I will do my best." The assistant replied.
"Thank you, Ivy. That would an a lot," Reese said before disconnecting the call.
Ivy pulled her phone away from her ear and stared into an empty distance, squinting her eyes a little. She understands last-minute plans, but with a friend —that’s sothing new.
As far as she can rember, Dr. Reese Calvin barely has any friends in his life. Especially here, in Cralens.
Then who was this friend he made last-minute plans with?
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