Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 473: It represents acceptance.

Arwen had thought about asking Aiden about it.

She wasn't suspicious —rather, she brought it up casually, like just another topic of conversation.

But she didn't notice the way Aiden's expression shifted.

The darkness inside the car worked to his advantage, hiding the subtle tension that flickered across his face.

"I was out for something," he said simply, not explaining it further.

Arwen also didn't mind. She simply nodded and let out a soft "Oh".

Not long after, they reached home.

Stepping out of the car, Arwen looked back at Aiden, waiting for him to walk with her.

However, Aiden gestured for her to go ahead.

"I need to make a call. You go inside and rest first."

"Come soon," she said with a small nod, wrapping her arms around herself as she glanced at the chilly night. "It's cold outside. Don't stay out too long."

With that, she turned and walked toward the house.

Aiden stayed where he was, watching her until she disappeared into the distance. Then he pulled out his phone and dialled Emyr's number.

As the call connected, his gaze darkened, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. "Let Bryn know who he tried messing with," he said, his voice cold and low.

That was all.

Hanging up the call, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed inside.

He didn't like lying to his wife.

But if someone forced him into it —like today —then they would have to bear the consequences.

Meanwhile, inside the house—

Returning home, Arwen headed straight to her room.

After getting freshened up, he stepped out to find Aiden already waiting for her.

"Oh, you are here already?" she asked, slightly surprised. "Good!" she added, gesturing him toward the bathroom. "I have prepared hot water for you. Go and freshen up first."

Offering a small smile, she walked over to the dresser nearby. She was towel drying her hair when Aiden approached her, holding a black velvet box.

"Moon," he called softly.

"Hm?" She turned to look at him, her gaze immediately drawn to the box in his hand. "This is …?"

"For you," he said, opening the box for her to see.

And when her eyes caught sight of it, the lustre and sparkle under the lights took her breath away.

Arwen wasn't usually one for extravagant jewellery —her style was always minimal and elegant.

But this … this was different.

It was stunning.

"This is gorgeous," she breathed, letting the towel slip from her hand as she reached out to take the box.

Aiden smiled, watching the way her eyes lit up. "I got it at an auction in New York," he said.

"An auction?" she asked, glancing up at him, startled.

Her brows furrowed in disbelief as something clicked and she asked, "Wait …is this the diamond necklace that was sold for over twenty times its value —eighty million? The Victorian Era Blue Diamond necklace?"

Giann has been talking about it during breakfast on the day she left. She had simply heard her exaggerate it briefly, but never thought it to be true.

But now seeing Aiden holding it, she felt that maybe Gianna wasn't actually exaggerating. There was some reality to it.

Aiden didn't answer directly. Instead, he took the necklace from the box and moved behind her, carefully clasping it around her neck.

The cool touch of the diamonds sent a shiver down her spine.

"I had to buy this necklace," he said, his voice low and steady.

Arwen turned slightly to look at him through the mirror, her brows knitting in confusion. "You needed to buy it?" she repeated. "Even at such an unreasonable price?"

Aiden's gaze softened as he met her eyes in the reflection. Nodding, he hummed, "Yes. Even at such an unreasonable price."

"Why?" Arwen asked, turning to face him fully now, her voice a whisper of curiosity.

"Because it's not about the price," he said, brushing the hair aside to let the necklace sit perfectly against her skin. "It's about what it represents."

Arwen blinked. "What does it represent?" she asked softly, her thoughts swirling through all the possible answers —

But none of them came close to the truth.

"It represents the acceptance."

"Acceptance?" she asked, puzzled.

Aiden nodded, his eyes tender as he looked down at the necklace resting against her collarbone. "This belonged to my mother. It was an heirloom piece she wanted to pass on to my bride one day. But due to the circumstance, she had to sell it."

He paused, his thumb lightly grazing her shoulder as if steadying himself. "Buying it back —for you —was a wish I had to fulfil. So even if I have to pay my entire fortune for it, I would have done it. Because you are entitled to it, Moon. And I will never allow things you deserve to fall into others' hands."

Arwen stared at him, her heart swelling with an emotion too heavy to name. She didn't know what to say to express what she was feeling inside.

She quietly turned to look back at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were fixed on the necklace around her neck. Raising her hand, she reached out to glide her fingers over the studded texture of the necklace.

"This is beautiful," she said after a long time. "Not just because it looks stunning, but also because it connects me to the woman I truly crave to meet. I know that's not something possible. But still … looking at you, I can tell she must have been a great woman."

Aiden wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gently against his chest.

"She was," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "She loved you, Moon. And she would have loved to give it to you herself."

Arwen closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace seep into her skin. For a moment, she was so lost in him that she failed to catch the words he said.

"Thank you, Aiden," she said softly. "Thank you for bringing this to me. I would cherish it forever."

She meant it —not just the necklace, but the emotion she felt today. freёweɓnovel.com