Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716: Not even for a second.

Arwen pressed her lips together before smiling warmly, looking at Aiden.

He was on his knees, holding her hand with utmost care while applying ice to her palm.

Her hand wasn’t hurting anymore, but she was liking the way he was taking care of her. So, she let herself enjoy it a little longer.

"Is it better now?" Aiden asked, gazing up at her. His brows were still knitted, underlaced with restrained fury and concern.

She didn’t hear him at first. But when she felt his gaze linger, she blinked and asked, "Huh? Did you ask me something?"

Aiden’s eyes narrowed subtly before he repeated, "I asked if you are feeling better now." He then gestured towards the hand that was still in his.

Arwen glanced down and thought for a moment before saying, with slight hesitation, "Rubbing one for ice would make it even better."

When Aiden arched a brow at her, she smiled sheepishly and tried to pull her hand back.

"Hehe ... It’s fine if you have gotten tired. I am feeling better already. You don’t have to —"

But his fingers curled tighter, refusing to let go.

Turning to Mr. Jones, he gave him a curt nod.

The butler understood at once and stepped forward with the bowl of ice he had brought earlier.

Aiden took another ice cube, dismissing Mr. Jones with a small gesture before turning back to Arwen’s hand.

He glided the ice cube gently and cautiously, soothing the pain that he knew had long subsided.

"That’s feeling better now. How did you know the ice would work? I used to put ointment instead," Arwen murmured, half enjoying the coolness of the ice, half savoring the warmth of his touch.

However, Aiden didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his voice dropped low and deliberate. "The next time, if you want to punish anyone, you don’t have to do it yourself."

"Huh?"

He looked up at her, his gaze steady, and his eyes as serious as they could be. "We have men who are trained to follow your orders. You can leave it to them. They know how to handle it."

Arwen blinked, furrowing her brows. "But I did it the right way. She must still be feeling the burning sting. Furthermore, I can’t ask men to slap a woman —their force could be brutal. And Ms. Martin is a spoiled princess from a rich family. What if —"

"No matter what would have happened to her," Aiden cut in, his tone laced with quiet intensity, "it would have been better than seeing you hurt."

Arwen’s breath caught at the fierceness in his words. The warmth in his gaze and the certainty in his voice —they disarmed her. For a moment, her heart throbbed louder than reason.

She tried to lighten the mood, whispering with a small chuckle, "Husband, you sound like you are ready to start a war for me."

His gaze didn’t waver. He looked into her eyes and admitted, "You can try it anytime."

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