Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Chapter 546 - 546: Book me a hotel room.

Arwen stared up into his eyes, for a moment losing herself in that moment. Her hands pressed against his chest, and his wrapped around her waist, securely to keep her in place.

Only when the ringtone of the phone went off were they snapped out of that moment.

Arwen stepped back immediately, half in embarrassment and half in realization of how she was so lost in his gaze.

While Aiden simply stared at her, amused at her awkwardness. He didn't move, but his arms fell back on his side, watching her squirm away from him.

"That wasn't your first time," he said, and his words like that made Arwen look up at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"In my arms," he added the detail just to make himself clear. "It shouldn't make you so nervous and red."

Her hands at once reached out to dab her face. "Who is nervous and red? It's just … just the temperature here is too warm. I am feeling hot and … I think it would be better if I go and freshen up first. Let's have dinner after that."

Aiden smirked but nodded. "Just what we decided earlier."

Arwen wanted to retort, but knowing she would be only digging her grave if she did, she didn't. Nodding, she simply pressed her lips and said, "Yes, just as we decided. I will go and freshen up. You too, go and wash up. You must have gotten sweaty."

Her gaze dropped to his muscled chest that was on display behind the unbuttoned shirt. It could make women drool, but she forced herself to keep her composure. Blinking, she quickly averted her gaze to prevent herself from getting embarrassed.

Clearing her throat, she turned to leave, but it was the wrong direction. In her haste, she turned towards the kitchen counter. Biting her lip, she turned to choose the right side, but just then she heard the phone ring again.

Pausing in her step, she looked over her shoulder to remind him, "You have got a call. Don't let it die again, just to find a chance to sweet talk again."

Aiden arched a brow at her, but before he could retort her words, she already walked away without offering him a chance. Seeing her flee like that, he couldn't help but shake his head.

In the background, his phone's ringtone only became persistent —to the point where he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Reaching the distant side, he was about to take the call, but it died down again. But just when he would have thought of retracting his hand, he heard it ring again.

When Jason's name flashed on the screen, he paused.

***

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ryan was sitting with his clients, dining and discussing the upcoming project.

His champagne flute was getting refilled again and again, and almost everyone was rising to toast him.

Although Ryan had a good tolerance to alcohol, after having refills after refills, he was even a bit tipsy.

As his secretary, Zenith was sitting beside him and growing concerned with every new glass. She tried to offer to share a few of the toasts, but Ryan shook his head at her, refusing her.

"It's fine. I can handle," he said, his voice slightly coming as a slur, but he had kept himself composed for the better."

Having no other choice, Zenith could only agree to his order. She sat beside him, waiting for the dinner to get over, trying her best to keep the conversation engrossed about the projects so that they wouldn't have enough reason to offer toasts and drink.

But no matter how much she tried, by the time the dinner was over, Ryan was still drunk. His cheeks were flushed red under the effect of the alcohol, and he could not seem to focus properly.

"Sir, how are you feeling?" she asked, her brows furrowed in worry. "Should I call your driver?"

Ryan could faintly hear her. He tried opening his eyes, shaking his head, "I didn't bring the driver."

"Then I shall drive you back," she offered, ready to ask for his car keys.

But before she could, Ryan shook his head. "No," he slurred, "No need for that. It's getting late already. You are a woman, and you should return first. I will retire here. Just help me book a room."

Zenith frowned a little, but when she thought about it, she didn't find the idea bad. Nodding, she agreed, "Okay, sir. Give me a moment, I will go and book you a room."

With that, she left him in the private room and went to make arrangements.

It took her a while, but she handled it well.

However, when she returned with the room key card, Ryan was no longer in the private room they had booked. The suit jacket that was previously hung on the back of his chair was also gone.

Did he leave?

The moment that thought crossed her, she shook it off. Having seen his drunken state —she couldn't believe he would leave.

And didn't he ask her to book him a room?

Sending her off to book one, he wouldn't leave.

And she had been at the reception desk all this while. If he had left, she would have noticed it.

But if he didn't, then where did he go?

Getting her bag, she fished out her phone before dialling his number to make a call. It rang through the line, but was never answered. Her brows furrowed in concern, and pulling her phone away, she redialled again.

However, even trying a few times, it didn't get through.

Several thoughts came to her mind. And she cannot ignore each and every of them. And soon worry clasped her heart.

Anxious, she was about to rush out when she heard the footsteps approaching the door of the private room.

Just when she would have taken a sigh of relief, the door was pushed from outside. But the person who appeared wasn't Ryan.