Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 498: A promise of a lifetime.

"You love to keep your gestures silent," Arwen said, looking into his eyes with her soft, steady gaze. "You would always do this … quietly giving me what I need the most. How do you even know it? You can't possibly be noticing everything all the time."

Noticing someone so closely —so consistently —was exhausting. …

And no one exhausts themselves for someone … unless they truly care.

Aiden smiled, reaching out to gently hold her hands.

"You are my wife," he said simply. "And as your husband, it's my duty to notice everything about you."

His words tugged at something deep inside her, making her heart skip a beat.

How does he say such things so easily?

He spoke as if what he did wasn't rare, as if every man would move mountains just to make his wife feel seen.

But if it were really that easy … all women would feel as cherished as she did now.

"Don't tire yourself thinking about it too much, Moon." Aiden's gentle voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Go freshen up first. Breakfast is ready."

"You prepared it?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

Aiden raised an amused brow at the sparkling expression, then shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"If I knew it would excite you this much, I would have. But it's already a little late, and if I go make it now, we might end up having lunch instead. How about I cook for you some other time?"

Arwen smiled, nodding in agreement. She hadn't meant to pressure him —though she wouldn't deny that the Fettuccine Alfredo he made was absolutely divine … just the way she liked it. She certainly wouldn't pass up the chance to taste it again.

"Alright then, I will go freshen up quickly," she said as he stood up and offered her his hand.

She placed hers in his and rose to her feet.

"I'll ask Mr. Jones to bring breakfast up. Let's have it here in the room," he said.

Arwen nodded before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready.

While she freshened up, Aiden waited patiently.

Soon after, breakfast arrived. Mr. Jones and the staff set everything up and tidied the room. Once they left, the couple ate together in quiet companionship, speaking something here and there.

When they were finished, Arwen moved to stand up, but Aiden placed his hand gently over hers.

"Wait!"

She looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Aiden's expression shifted —his gaze turned a shade more intense, though still tender. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation for something?"

"Something?" Arwen blinked, confused at first … until she saw him raise her hand.

And then she understood.

The ring.

"I am waiting," Aiden said, calmly, though there was an intent in his eyes. He had wanted to ask last night, but he held back to give her time and space.

But now that she was better, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Arwen awkwardly scratched the corner of her brow. "What's there to explain? I mean, it's just a ring. Our wedding ring. Since we are married, we should wear one, right? We can't go around without it."

Putting it like that, she tried to pull her hand away from his hold, but Aiden's fingers curled more firmly around hers.

"Of course, it's our wedding rings," he agreed, nodding. "And I know we are supposed to wear it. But I am sure this isn't just any ordinary ring you picked randomly. This is Aiden said, nodding at her. "And we can't go around without wearing them, I know one-in-a-lifetime piece from Castille, Moon. It holds a meaning that's definitely not simple."

"..." She knew that. Of course, she did. But she hadn't been ready to explain it. Not like this.

She had a plan, but —

It was ruined yesterday. She had planned everything perfectly. But in the end, all of it had been rushed … just to prove to the people who weren't even important.

"You didn't have to do this," Aiden added, reminding her of the words he had also said on the day when they went to Lustreé.

Back then, she wanted to argue. But she hadn't, because even hadn't even been sure of her feelings.

But today … she was.

Hence, there was no way she was going to let him prove it to be unnecessary at the moment.

The awkwardness in her gaze faded, replaced by the certainty as she said, "I have to do this for you, husband. It was important —because you deserved it just as much as I did."

She looked down at the ring and reached out to brush her fingers over the band.

"You are my husband. And if anyone deserves truly deserves it, it's you. So, when you stopped me from placing the order last time, I went back to Lustreé that very evening and placed it myself."

Aiden's expression was unreadable for a moment, but her eyes didn't waver. They held nothing but clarity. She was sure of what she did —and the promise she made when she slipped that ring onto his pinger.

It wasn't an empty gesture.

It wasn't done to impress.

It wasn't a vague promise.

She meant it —meant everything that the ring represented.

"I might not have said anything when you told me it was fine to not give you the ring the promised a lifetime, partly because I knew I was a fault to make you think that I wasn't sure of this —sure of us. But …" she paused, lifting her gaze to his, "Aiden, believe me, from the day I chose you and signed our name together … I started believing in us."

"I started believing in this relationship —not because I forced myself to, but because you left me no reason to not to."

Her lips curved up into a soft smile. "So, yes. The ring was very much needed. It was a promise that I made to you —not just for today or tomorrow —but for a lifetime that we are going to live together."