Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 487: She believed in her husband’s decision.

Idris has stepped out to take some fresh air, waiting for his secretary to bring him the medicines.

And not long after, Robin arrived.

Handing him the pills along with the glass of water, Robin's expression looked slightly hesitant.

Idris noticed it instantly.

"Thank you for making the sudden trip," Idris said, swallowing the medicine. Then, noticing the look on his secretary's face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Robin hesitated for a second before speaking.

"Sir … when I was coming in, I overheard someone saying that Mrs. Quinn had lost her temper at Ms. Quinn … it has become quite a spectacle. I am not sure, but there is some commotion going inside."

What he said was in bits and wouldn't have given anyone quite a clear picture, but Idris could tell well what might have happened.

He had simply stepped out because she was feeling stuffy inside. But who knew that the moment he would step out, Catrin would go and stir up the things?

His brows furrowed, and pinching the bridge of it, he tried to calm the ache in his chest that had started to ease a little in the effect of the medicine.

"Sir, are you alright?" Robin asked, concerned.

Idris nodded. "I am fine. You can go. I will also head back and see." With that, he already turned back and headed towards the banquet hall.

***

Back in the hall, tension still rippled through the air like an unrelenting storm.

Even though the man who had just entered looked older, there was something undeniably striking about him. He was well-groomed, poised, and elegant in a way that didn't need to be flaunted.

There was an effortless sophistication to him —the kind that came from years of practice in wealth.

Who was he?

That question echoed silently across the guests as all eyes slowly followed his line of sight … which rested solely on Arwen.

He looked at her with intent —not the gaze of a stranger, but of someone with purpose. As if his very reason for appearing tonight … was her.

Catrin also froze when her gaze landed on the man.

Her brows drew together in a frown, especially when she noticed him glance at her briefly —a fleeting look laced with something close to ridicule. freewebnoveℓ.com

It wasn't loud or aggressive. But it was sharp. As if he were quietly looking down on her —and not even trying to hide it.

"You … Who are you?" she asked, not quite liking his gaze

But the man didn't answer her. Instead, with a composed, deliberate grace, he turned to look at Arwen again —ignoring Catrin completely.

That alone pricked her. She wasn't used to being disregarded like this.

But before she could react further, she heard him speak again. His voice was calm and smooth.

"I hope my presence hasn't disrupted anything," he said, addressing Arwen with a soft tilt of his head, letting everyone know she was the only person who mattered in the room. "I just came to deliver your order personally."

With that, he gestured to the staff who were standing behind him with a velvet tray that carried a small, elegant jewellery box.

Arwen was also caught off guard. Yes, she asked them to deliver it here, but never thought that man would appear himself, making it such a royal scene.

"Mr. Castille!" she greeted politely, walking a few steps forward before inviting him in. "Please come in. I have been waiting for you."

The man smiled and walked in. Behind him, even the staff walked in.

People have realized who was at first, but when they saw the dress of Lustreé on the chest of the staff, they were all shocked.

"Wait, is that Lustreé's design logo sewn on his uniform?"

Someone whispered among the crowd, and even those who hadn't noticed it before noticed it now.

"Yes, that's their logo. He is the staff from the Lustreé Jewellery Boutique store."

"Did she address him as Mr. Castille? Is he Lorien Castille, the famous jewellery designer who has the records of only designing the jewelleries for the royals?"

"Yes, even I have heard it. If not designed for the royals, his pieces are always auctioned at prices that are not at all easy to afford."

"How come he is here himself to deliver a simple ordered piece from his boutique. Usually, isn't that the job of his boutique staffs?"

Lorien Castille's designs were highly sought. Not many have seen him, but they all have heard about him.

So, when they saw him coming himself to deliver some simple piece from his boutique, they were thrown off, not understanding what compelled him to do such a meagre job.

But Lorien Castille didn't think so. He was here to serve the lady of the Winslow family. That itself was of high regard.

Giving a polite smile to Arwen, he gestured to his staff to step forward. "Madam, I have done my best to put your requested design into reality. I hope I don't disappoint you."

Saying that, he reached to open the jewellery box for Arwen to see.

The guests were once again thrown. He designed it himself. That explains it all —his appearance here to deliver it himself.

But why would he design it himself?

Wasn't he known for designing strictly for the royals?

What made Arwen hold the capability to make Lorien Castille design jewellery for her?

Even if she was the heiress of the Quinn family and Vice President of Davies Internationals —that was not enough to hire Lorien Castille.

Catrin was equally bewildered. She stared at her daughter, not understanding what was happening. She had heard Emily complain that Arwen had humiliated her at Lustreé, but she didn't pay much heed to it, thinking she was exaggerating it.

But today, it suddenly felt like it wasn't an exaggeration.

"Mr. Castille, my husband has chosen you to design our wedding rings. I believe in his choice. There is no way you can disappoint us." Arwen said that intentionally for everyone to hear. She knew what everyone was curious about, and she just said it to give everyone the needed answer.

And just as she had expected, the moment she mentioned that it was her husband who hired him, she heard people realizing quietly.

"Her husband hired Lorien Castille. How could he be someone with no background if he could hire Lorien Castille?"

"Is there some misunderstanding going on?"

"I think so. Because what Mrs Quinn is saying is simply not fitting the picture."

People muttered among themselves, staring at Arwen as if trying to find out more.