Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720: Why do people suffer from amnesia?

Arwen’s brows furrowed when she saw how red and swollen his lips looked, like they were being rubbed and scrubbed mercilessly. "I already saw you like this. Are you still not going to tell me?"

Aiden’s fingers curled into fists, hesitation flickering across his face. Guilt burned in his gaze as he finally muttered, "I was just cleaning."

"Cleaning?" she repeated, squinting her eyes at him, looking unconvinced. "Like this?" She turned and gestured towards the bathtub that was still filled with fresh water. "You haven’t even stepped into that."

Aiden looked away, avoiding her eyes. "I was cleaning my mouth," he said quietly, and she turned to look at him, confused.

"Huh?"

He didn’t respond, and her confusion deepened —until she followed his line of sight and noticed the tube of toothpaste discarded in the corner.

She removed her hand from his face and walked over to pick up the tube. It was more than half empty, though she had seen it almost full earlier.

She turned back to him, her expression soft but firm. "You have barely eaten anything. Why were you brushing then so insistently? Aiden, tell me, or I will —"

Before she could finish, his gaze snapped to hers —cold, dark and laced with self-disgust.

"Because I was feeling dirty." His voice was hoarse, weighted with loathing. He turned to the mirror, staring at his own reflection as if it mocked him. "So dirty that I couldn’t bear to look at myself in it."

Arwen also stared at him through the mirror, the furrow between her brows deepening.

"The more I look at myself," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "the more I remember how I betrayed the promise I gave you. And the more I remembered, the more ... repulsive I feel. I just want to scrub it away, wipe off every trace that would make you hate me." His hand moved again, reaching for the tube of toothpaste.

But before he could touch it, Arwen snatched it away from his reach.

He glanced at her, defeated, and held out his hand. "Give it to me?"

But she shook her head firmly, refusing him. "You already used more than half of it in mere an hour."

"But it still hasn’t been enough," he said, his voice cracking with frustration.

Arwen’s gaze softened with sorrow. She looked at the tube and tsked gently. "Then even if you use this whole, it still wouldn’t be enough, would it?"

Aiden lowered his eyes. He knew she was right. And that was why he had been trying so hard, just with a bare hope that it would work. However, it simply wasn’t. "I —"

"Let me help you, instead."

His brows knitted in confusion. "What?"

She set the tube aside with finality and stepped closer to him, her eyes never wavering. "I know how to help you erase the traces. Let me do it."

"Moon, ... what are you trying to do?"

She stopped right in front of him, her soft smile lighting her face despite the storm in his eyes. "Trust me. I know what I am doing."

Before he could question further, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rose on her toes, pressing her lips to his.

Aiden stiffened, caught off guard. Her kiss was gentle at first, coaxing, tender —as though she wanted to soothe every wound festering in his soul. But when her tongue slid past his lips, the warmth of her acceptance broke something inside him.

He gripped her waist, pulling her closer, his kiss desperate and bruising. All his suppressed torment, all his guilt, poured out through the way his lips moved against hers.

When she pulled back just slightly, breathless, her eyes lingered on his —steady, unwavering, full of quiet strength. "Now it’s me on you —my traces lingering on you. Does that make you feel better?"

Aiden’s gaze was deep and heavy on her. He looked at her, his eyes dropping to her lips.

"I am sorry, Moon," he muttered, almost under his breath. "I broke the promise I gave to you."

A tear rolled down her face, and she shook her head. "You didn’t," she said confidently. "You can never betray me, and I could say this, staking my everything, trust me."

He didn’t say anything, but the way his jaws flexed. Arwen knew he was still blaming himself for that night.

She pressed her heels back down and looked up at him, cupping one side of his face, just to make him look at her ... in her eyes.

"Look at me," she said gently, "and listen to what I am saying. That evening was not your fault. Selene forced herself and that kiss on you. You couldn’t avoid it in time, but I know you have every intention to. She was just so sudden, and you ... didn’t see it coming. I knew it the very moment I saw it. And I never blamed you for it, even for a fraction of a second."

He looked at her, and she nodded with a smile. Her eyes were too believing in him as though she had put the trust of her entire world on him.

"Furthermore," she continued with a soft chuckle. "It was just a kiss. I am not that petty, you know. If I knew it was unintentional, I wouldn’t blame you. I —"

"You should," Aiden interrupted her, his brows furrowed. "You should, Moon. Because even those accidents belong just to you. I belong to you."

Arwen’s breath hitched. She looked at him and nodded, "I know. Same way, I belong to you. If such a thing had happened to me, would you have blamed me? Or would have have understood my situation?"

"Moon ..."

"Shush!" Arwen shushed him. "I told you already. Can you just stop me reminding you of what happened? Because every time I remember it, I just want to go and punish the one who is actually responsible for it. But at the same time, I don’t really want to see her again. So, ..."

"What does she mean by that?" Arwen muttered under her breath, her brows drawing into a frown. "I was meant to forget it all. But why would I forget things simply like that?"

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