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

"Here," Officer Jena said with a smile as she handed the pen drive to Arwen.

Arwen accepted it and returned the smile. "Thank you." She placed it in her bag before checking the time on her watch. "If there is nothing else, I will make a move."

The female officer nodded in acknowledgement.

At her cue, Arwen motioned for Mia to follow her.

As they reached the exit door of the bureau, their steps came to a halt as a tall figure appeared, blocking their way.

It was none other than Ryan Foster.

Arwen gave him a fleeting glance but there was no trace of emotion on her face.

It was as if she was staring at just some stranger —someone who had simply wandered into her path.

Mia, on the other hand, looked visibly displeased. She might not have known the full history between Arwen and Ryan, but she had seen the footage of him abandoning Arwen in a dire situation.

And that alone was enough for her to decide —this man deserved neither their politeness nor their respect.

However, given the position she held, she didn't want to act in a way that might implicate her boss. So, keeping her composure, she spoke slowly when she saw that Ryan wasn't moving.

"Excuse me, sir. Can you step aside? You are blocking our way."

Ryan's gaze had been locked onto Arwen, but the unfamiliar voice pulled him out of his thoughts. His brows furrowed in displeasure as he turned to Mia, his cold gaze sweeping over her.

Mia almost flinched under the weight of his stare, but before her composure could break, Arwen took a subtle step forward, positioning herself between them.

"My secretary asked you to move, she said coolly. "There is no need to get so worked up over a simple matter."

With that, she didn't wait for a response.

She simply glanced at Mia and motioned for her to take another route.

Let's go."

Mia nodded and then was about to follow Arwen when Ryan suddenly reached out and grabbed Arwen's wrist.

"Arwen, wait a second."

But the very moment —

His grip was forcefully shaken off.

Arwen took a step back, her eyes meeting his with an icy stare.

"Mr. Foster," she said, her voice steady by laced with unmistakable sarcasm. "I think you need to book an appointment with a neurologist to find out why you keep forgetting important details —like keeping your hands off someone who doesn't want to be touched."

Ryan clenched his jaw, his finger twitching at his insides.

Her warning from thar night echoed in his ears, reminding him of her cold indifference.

And that reminder was enough to make him feel unbearable heartache.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have," he apologized, his eyes unable to meet the detached gaze she held for him. "I just wanted to talk to you, Arwen. I —"

"Another thing that you seem to have forgotten," Arwen interjected roughly, her tone sharp and dismissive. "There is nothing between us to talk about. So, don't bother me with the irrelevant."

With that, she stepped forward, intending to walk past him.

But he took a step back, obstructing her path again.

"It's not irrelevant," he said hurriedly, as if even a second delay would cost him the chance to explain.

But little he knew —from the very beginning, he stood no chance anywhere near Arwen.

"Relevant or irrelevant, it's the same," Arwen spoke, brushing off his words without hesitation. "We have nothing to talk about."

"Arwen, please … one time. Just one time. I beg you, please."

Arwen could imagine many things, but Ryan Foster begging? That was the last thing she would have ever expected. His arrogance simply would not allow him.

Then what had weakened his pride today?

His guilt? It couldn't be.

She wasn't affected by his pleading, but curiosity stirred her chest.

What could possibly bring Ryan Foster to his knees, begging her to stay and listen to him?

After a brief pause, she glanced at Mia and gestured towards the car. "Go ahead and wait for me there, Mia. I will be there soon."

Mia hesitated, concern flickering in her eyes, but after a nod, she turned and left.

Once she was gone, Arwen folded her arms across her chest and turned to Ryan. Her gaze was unwavering.

"I am listening," she said.

Ryan swallowed, his gaze flickering to hers. There were so many things he wanted to say, but now that she had given him the chance, the words seemed to fail him.

"Arwen, I —"

"Don't waste your breath trying to explain yourself."

Arwen cut him off before he could even begin. Her voice was calm, yet laced with an impatience reserved only for him.

"Because no matter what excuse you give or however you justify it, it's not going to change even a thing. So, get to the point and say whatever it is you stopped me for."

Ryan stared at her, his expression complicated —his emotions tangled.

After a long moment, he finally spoke.

"Arwen I know this is not the right way to ask this, but I have no other choice," he said, his voice low and desperate. "Can you please let go of this case and not pursue the matter any further?"

A heavy silence followed.

Arwen arched her brow at him., holding back the hint of a smile that was appearing on the corner of his lips, full of mockery. "Let go of the case and not pursue it any further?" she asked as if confirming it with him to be more sure she heard it right.

"Yes." Ryan nodded. "If you agree I will send Delyth abroad and ensure she never returns to our lives. Can you please give her a chance to redeem herself? For me?"

"For you?" Arwen asked, amused.

Ryan looked desperate. "I made a promise to her dying brother, Zeke," he continued, his voice tightening. "I swore to take care of her for him. Arwen, please try to understand her situation and let her go."

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