"Apart from accepting the penalty and apologizing, there is only one way to evade this case, and that is —" The lawyer paused for a mont and then continued in a cautious yet firm tone. "—if Ms. Quinn drops the case on her own accord."
Ryan snapped, shooting a glare, but the lawyer stood unwavering. He was stating the truth. There was no other way to help Delyth in this fiasco.
"Ms. Quinn is your fiancée, Mr. Foster. If you talk to her, it shouldn't be a problem. This is our only way out. If you don't believe , you can check with any other lawyer."
Ryan frowned, closing his eyes and cursing in his heart. Arwen, is this what you wanted all along? I truly underestimated you.
"You can can leave." Ryan dismissed the legal team before turning the other side.
The lawyers had nothing more to say, so they stood up and left the room, leaving him alone to mull about everything.
***
After finishing dinner at the noodle stall, Arwen and Aiden returned to the Winslow Residence, walking straight to their bedroom.
Arwen was feeling exhausted, but the spicy noodles were all worth it. "That was really great," she said. "Thank you for taking there, husband."
Aiden was satisfied but held back his smile, "Are your thank-yous always this bland?" He stepped closer to her, and she instinctively stepped back, syncing with his movents. "Don't you think adding a bit more effort to your gratitude would make it interesting?"
"What do you an?" Arwen asked, already feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She wasn't blushing, but the intensity in his gaze was doing things to her.
Aiden smirked, then gestured her towards the bed. Arwen followed his gaze, her eyes widening as she realized what he might be implying. Wasn't he moving too fast with her? Sure, they had kissed, but …
"You —"
"I ant you must tired and should rest your feet for so while I prepare your bath. And once you are done, maybe you can help prepare mine," he said, blinking innocently. "What kind of thoughts are you having, Moon?
Arwen was at a loss for words. She knew for sure he didn't an anything as innocent as he claid. What she hadn't expected was how easily he could manipulate her into saying the things he wanted her to say. Now, if she ntioned his innuendo, he could easily turn it around on her. She would have no defense.
She wanted to huff at his cunning attitude, but the mother's years of training to be a proper lady wouldn't allow her to be so indecorous.
"I wasn't thinking anything. I was just waiting for you to get my bath ready," she said before turning and walking to her side of the bed and sitting down to relax. "Go on," she added when she saw him still standing there. Bending down, she began unstrapping her heels when she noticed his shadow walking away in the direction of the bathroom.
Arwen winced suddenly, regretting wearing low heels. She shouldn't have assud her legs were fully healed. She was massaging her ankles, trying to ease the pain, when a warm hand suddenly reached out to take over.
Arwen blinked in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"Is it hurting badly," Aiden asked, already using his finger to press at the right spots.
"It's alright. I forgot about my legs and wore the heels. I shouldn't have," She explained, trying to pull her legs out of his grasp, but his hold remained as gentle as firm. "You don't have to do this, Aiden. I can handle it on my own," she said, feeling hesitant about accepting such warm care. She was just not too used to it.
Aiden frowned slightly, looking up at her. "Let take care of it." His words were more of a request, and Arwen couldn't bring herself to refuse. So, she just let him do as he pleased, quietly enjoying the warmth of his care.
She hadn't noticed it before, but he had brought a basin of water with him, setting it beside the bed. When he dipped her feet into the water, she realized it was perfectly lukewarm. The aroma of herbs filled the air, and she couldn't resist asking, "Did you add herbs to it?"
Aiden humd in response, keeping his focus on massaging her feet, soothing the pain with each movent. "It will relieve the strain of your muscles and make you feel better. Let know when you feel better," he said.
Arwen felt her heart skip a beat. She was sure she hadn't shown any signs of discomfort, yet he had noticed effortlessly. Just how observant was he? Nothing seed to escape his gaze.
"I really liked the practice room. How did you know I love to dance and do ballet?" She hadn't got a chance to properly thank him for it, but sohow, she felt he already knew how much it ant to her.
Aiden didn't pause in his movents, nor did he show any excitent from her complint. It was as if he wasn't doing it for acknowledgent, but simply because it was in his nature —nature to take care of her and all her passion and wishes.
"I have my ways of knowing things about you, Moon. You have been my favourite subject to study for much longer than you could imagine. So, tomorrow, don't be surprised if you feel like I know you better than you know yourself. I have been reading you for much longer than you realize," he said, and montarily stunned by his words.
"Have you known from before?" she asked, thinking that maybe this ti, the answer would be different from the last two tis.
Aiden looked up and smiled. "The Quinn family is prestigious in Cralens. Of course, people would be interested in their daughter," he said, and Arwen didn't know why, but a slight disappointnt settled in her heart.
Maybe she had wanted to hear sothing else —sothing along the lines of, I have known you my whole life.
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