Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 515: It comes with a risk.

The next morning,

When Arwen woke up, Aiden wasn't around. She checked the time on her phone on the side and realized she was late for the morning.

But still, even so, he had never left without informing her.

Getting out the bed, she walked to grab her robe. Wrapping it around her, she sauntered out of the room, going down the corridor looking for Mr. Jones.

"Mr. Jones," she called, finding him finally.

He was instructing a maid, but the moment he heard Arwen's voice, he dismissed the maid and walked towards her with a polite greeting smile. "Good morning, Madam."

Arwen nodded to him, returning the same smile. "Good morning." But her gaze was looking around, searching for any trace of Aiden. "Have you seen Aiden? Is he in his study?"

Mr. Jones shook his head. "Sir isn't at home," he replied, adding, "He has left early for work today."

Her brows furrowed as she paused, asking, "He left for the company already. But isn't it too soon?"

Mr. Jones had no idea. Hence, when he heard Arwen asking, he simply responded, saying, "There must be something important today. So, he had to rush."

Although that probably seemed the case, it still didn't sit well with Arwen.

However, anyway, she nodded. "Did he have his breakfast before leaving?" she asked. Recently, she had taken up the duty of checking on his meals. Aiden was required to complete his three meals every day —in which breakfast was a must.

Mr. Jones looked troubled. Staring at Arwen with guilt in his gaze, he shook his head. "I asked him, but he didn't stop for it. He truly looked like he was rushing for something."

And that made Arwen frown.

Why was he even rushing like that?

Which billion-dollar deal was he after?

"It's fine. Pack his breakfast and send it over," she instructs, and Mr. Jones nods at her. "Also, Mr. Jones, whoever is going to deliver it, ask them to make sure that Aiden finishes it."

"Got it, Madam," the butler nodded in understanding.

Arwen gestured for him to leave before she returned to her room to freshen up and do the rest.

Entering the room, she grabbed her phone to make a call to Aiden, but it didn't connect. Frowning, she dialled Emyr.

After only a few rings, it was answered.

"Madam," he greeted.

Arwen didn't hold any formality and straightaway asked, "Mr. Ethan, is Aiden there with you?"

Emyr paused for a second before responding, "Yes, madam. We had an early meeting today. So currently, sir is in the middle of it. Should I pass him the phone?" He asked

She was just concerned about Aiden leaving earlier. But now that she had confirmed that he was there attending a meeting, she was relieved.

"Oh, there is no need to disturb him, right now. Just ask him to give me a call back once he is done," she said through the call, and hearing Emyr politely affirm, she finally hung up.

Meanwhile, Emyr stared inside Dr. Clark's office through the round window.

Aiden was sitting there across from Jason, looking worried.

He didn't know what was wrong, but there had only been a few times he had seen his boss so concerned and worried.

And every single time, it had been related to Arwen. freeweɓnovel.cøm

And that was why when Arwen called him earlier, he didn't speak much in detail. He said what would have eased her suspicion.

Meantime, inside the office,

Jason stared at Aiden and looked like he couldn't understand it at all.

"Brother, are you going to tell me what this is about?" he asked, massaging his temples, that was feeling heavy due to jet lag. "You made me rush here all the way from the airport when I should have headed home to take proper rest. Now that I am here, don't you think I deserve to know what all of this is all about?"

Aiden didn't respond to him immediately. He seemed to be thinking about something on his own, as if confirming it.

Jason was willing to wait, but not silently.

"I am sure this can't be because you missed me," he said, supporting his face with a hand over the desk. "I was only away for eighteen days, and none of the days did I receive a call from you. There is no way I am going to believe that you called me so urgently because you missed me dearly. I —"

Before he could finish, Aiden interrupted him, asking, straight to the point, "Do you think she can regain her lost memories?"

Jason halted at that. "What?"

He didn't seem to properly grasp Aiden's words. Or, if he did, he didn't think he did it right. So, instead of assuming, he asked him to repeat.

Aiden's gaze hardened at him as he echoed again, "Do you think Arwen can get her lost memories back naturally?"

At this moment, he just wanted to be optimistic.

And that was why he framed his words in a way that could prove to be good news.

But Jason's expression didn't look very optimistic. The playfulness he held in his gaze was no longer there, instead, it was replaced with seriousness.

"I have told you this earlier, Aiden," he began. "Leave the hope of the past. It can never return. Not until it damages her completely."

"We have seen her reports," he further continued. "And the trip I made to the States this time was also regarding the drug used on her. I have had long discussions with the experts. The drug was too hazardous for her. Its presence is still there in her bones —subtle but there. As long as it is in her system, even her life is at stake."

Aiden's fingers clenched, and his face darkened more.

Jason stared at him and said helplessly. "I wouldn't say the memories lost are impossible to recover. But it is for sure that it comes with a risk."

Risk to her life.