Back in the country,
Arwen's lips curled up in a faint smile when she heard Aiden dismissing the meeting so decisively. She hadn't expected him to be so excited for a simple call.
Here after receiving Emyr's call earlier, she was racking her brain out to find a way to help them. But she never knew that it would be as easy as just making a call.
Although Aiden hadn't confessed his fears, Arwen could still feel it in his pattern of breathing. He was scared … scared that if she hung up the call, later she would rethink about it and might decide against calling him.
But what amused her more was —
If he was so terrified of her misunderstanding him, why did he even say all that last night? At worst, men usually choose to lie to save face. But not Aiden. He was ready to let her misunderstand him, for Heaven knows what reason.
"You were saying something?" Aiden voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he took his seat behind his desk.
