Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 429: Dressing like a clown.

Arwen's intention was just to pacify Aiden.

She hadn't even realized what she was saying.

Although her words were coming straight from her heart, they were so raw and unfiltered —so instinctive —that she hadn't noticed she had just confessed her feelings. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, something that didn't even need to be hidden.

She hadn't noticed.

But he did.

Aiden froze at her words. He didn't speak. He simply couldn't.

His throat constricted.

His grip on the phone tightened, as if trying to physically hold onto her words —afraid they might slip away otherwise.

"What did you say?" he asked, his tone low and desperate, clinging to the hope that he hadn't imagined it. That she had said what he thought she had. Maybe he just wanted to hear her say it again.

But Arwen, utterly unaware of what exactly he was referring to, replied casually, "I said it doesn't matter. You don't have to think too much about it because I haven't taken your words to heart. I—"

"Not that," Aiden interrupted, a little sharper this time, his tone edged with urgency. "What did you say before that? About being confident"

"Huh?" Arwen frowned, still trying to understand what he was getting at. "What did I say? I said I am confident that even if I forget you someday, I will fall for yo—"

And then it hit her.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her mind went blank as the realization washed over her.

She had … said that out loud.

Just like that.

She had confessed to him, right in the middle of a casual conversation, without even noticing it.

Confession wasn't a problem. But like this …

Her heart thudded in her chest. A nervous heat crept up her neck, flushing her cheeks bright red.

"Complete it," Aiden said quietly, almost like a plea.

Arwen's eyes widened. Her pulse quickened.

She stared at the floor at the floor, as if it held all the answers she didn't have, and in her flustered state, she quickly blurted, "W-What's there to complete? Didn't I already say that it doesn't matter? Even if I forget you someday … I will make sure to find you back. That's it."

Aiden smiled, warmth spreading across his face. His eyes glittered with pride as if he had just been handed the universe in the palm of his hands.

Although he had wanted her to repeat the words exactly, hearing her flustered like that wasn't bad either.

In fact … he liked it more.

He liked the fact that even though she had forgotten him, he had made her fall for him, all over again.

He liked that she had finally realized the feeling in her heart.

She might not be comfortable sharing it with him boldly now. But he was sure that one day she would tell it to him, looking straight in his eyes.

And he would always for that day … even if it meant to wait for na eternity.

"Okay," he said simply, his voice lighter now. As if he was feeling a lot better than what he was feeling before.

When Arwen heard him, she felt puzzled. Okay. What did he mean by that simple okay?

This man …

Can he be any less confusing in a situation like this?

And she couldn't even ask him what he meant by that 'okay' because she knew he would twist it into something else entirely.

Feeling slightly annoyed, she muttered, "Then you are okay with me picking out an outfit for you?"

"Mhm~" Aiden hummed. "Choose what you feel will look good on me. I will go according to your choice."

"Just like that?" she asked, genuinely stunned.

She had seen his preference for sleek, polished styles and tailored fashion. He never strayed from his standard. She never thought he would so readily hand over that control.

Aiden chuckled softly. "Yes, just like that!"

"Don't you fear that I might make you look like a clown? What if my taste doesn't suit you? Won't it ruin your 'charm' or something?"

Although she knew her eye for fashion wasn't that bad, still she wanted to warn him. She wanted to waver his confidence even if it was a little.

Her words were teasing, but there was a genuine hint of concern too. She didn't really think she would mess it up, but she couldn't help but try to ruffle him a little. So that if he had some reservations, he would make it obvious and known to her.

But instead of being shaken, he gave her a response that rendered her completely speechless —

"My charm," he said, calm and confident, "is to charm my wife."

Then without missing a beat, he added, "If being a clown can allure you, I don't mind dressing like one."

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"You —" Arwen's eyes widened.

She didn't know whether to laugh, roll her eyes, or fall silent at his smooth talk.

Her lips twitched. She ended up smiling. Shaking her head, she said, "Then you are lucky, I would say."

Although Aiden didn't say anything, on the other end of the call, she could imagine him raising a brow.

She could tell his expression even sitting miles away. Seems like reading him won't be very difficult in future.

She just needs to pay a little attention to his small details and she would know it like the back of his hand. Same as he always looks like he knows her in and out.

"Lucky that You found me as your wife and not someone else," she explained what she meant earlier. "Otherwise, given the liberty you are giving, you won't be far from getting ruined. My sense of fashion is not bad. Even if I choose something with a closed eye, I am confident that it will only make you look better. You won't regret choosing me."

She said with clear pride.

On the other end of the call, Aiden nodded with a hum. "I know."

And hearing him again giving a plain two-word response like that, Arwen's brows furrowed and she asked with a slight snap. "What do you know?"

Aiden paused for a second before answering all so nonchalantly. "I know I won't regret choosing you —ever!"