Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646: It was damn intentional.

Selene could only sit at the table and grit her teeth.

She had wanted to sit close to Aiden; to relish the proximity she had seen Arwen enjoying for days. But now ...

Aiden sat in the farthest end from her —beside Arwen —as if that seat had always been his.

Why?

Why could things never work in her favour? Wasn’t she only asking one thing? One man?

Why couldn’t the universe give her the man she had always desired?

Her fingers curled into tight fists when she saw Aiden dismissing the maid beside Arwen and serving his wife himself. His touch, his gaze, the way he leaned just a little closer as he placed food on her plate ...

That was her place ... her damn place.

"Ms. Martin, do you need anything else?" the maid near her asked hesitantly, carefully placing a bowl on Selene’s side.

Selene’s glare snapped toward her, fury twitching in her jaw.

Just as she was about to speak, Carla moved beside her and subtly intervened.

"No need," the nanny said calmly. "You may step back. If Young Miss needs anything, I will serve her."

The maid bowed slightly and retreated without a word.

Carla leaned closer to Selene and murmured, "Ms. Selene, you can’t lose your calm here. Please ... hold yourself back."

Selene clenched her teeth. She tried —but the more she watched Aiden and Arwen together, the more the rage bubbled beneath her skin.

"Carla, I can’t take this for long," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just can’t."

Carla rubbed her back gently in a soothing gesture. "You won’t have to, Ms. Selene. But for now, stay calm. "You must not let your composure falter —not in front of that woman. Losing control only makes others look down on you ... when they should be looking up to you."

Yes.

They should be looking up to her.

She was supposed to be their future mistress. She can’t let them look down at her.

Selene drew a long, deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. When her chest finally loosened, she opened her eyes and gave Carla a slow nod, silently approving the advice.

But just then, something else caught her attention.

A hushed chatter.

At first, she thought of ignoring it.

But as the soft voice floated towards her from not so far, a corner of the room, her ears sharpened. A small group of maids who were stationed to serve them stood there, whispering. Not too far, but also not too close.

"I find it hilarious," one maid whispered with a chuckle that was barely audible. "Did she really think she could just waltz in and take Sir away from Madam?"

"Maybe in her dreams," another snorted. "Sir only has eyes for Madam. He doesn’t even glance at her."

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