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

Chapter 368: There can be one such possibility, right?
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Arwen’s brows knitted slightly as she followed the line of Gianna’s gaze, noticing something lying on the floor —half tucked under the sofa, half visible to the eye.

"Seems to be a sheet of paper, I guess," she said, already reaching forward to grab it. Continue reading at Freewebnovel

"Oh, that doesn’t look like a sheet of paper," Gianna observed as she watched Arwen pick it up. "Is it a photograph?"

Arwen nodded. "Yes. It must have fallen off the album, and none of us noticed."

Thinking it was just another ordinary picture; Arwen was about to slip it back into the album when Gianna halted her.

"Wenna, at least see that picture once," Gianna insisted. "What if it’s the picture you have been looking for?"

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Arwen no longer wanted to get her hopes up. Still, she turned the photograph over to check. Maybe, deep down, she still couldn’t stop hoping.

What if …what if this really is the one?

And the moment her eyes caught the glimpse of it, she froze.

Her gaze stayed locked on the image, unmoving.

Seeing Arwen’s sudden stillness, Gianna couldn’t help but ask, "What happened? Is it really the one you have been searching for?"

She scooted closer, peering over to get a look.

"This …" Gianna frowned slightly, a complicated emotion flickering in her eyes. "Who is that boy with you?"

Arwen’s grip on the picture tightened as she tried to recall, but the image was too blurry to trigger anything back from her past. The boy’s face was indistinct, making it impossible to recognize.

Shrugging, she said, "I don’t know. He must be someone back from my school."

"You don’t remember him?" Gianna asked, puzzled. She studied the picture a little longer as if searching for any resemblance. "That’s strange! Judging by how you are around him, it looks like you two shared some kind of bond together."

Arwen’s brows furrowed as she scrutinized the photo in her hand.

Her younger self was clear in the image —smiling, carefree. But the boy … the boy on whose back she was perched was a blur. His features were indistinct, lost in the faded edges of time.

"I can’t tell what he looks like," she murmured, frustration creeping into her tone. "I think I need to get this picture restored."

As she said that, she tried to remember the time she had taken this picture. However, not only could she not recall her memory, but she also started feeling the similar headache back —one that she used to feel when she was young.

Her hand reached out to ease the pain in her forehead, making her stagger a little on her footing.

Gianna, oblivious to her pain, quickly reached out to hold her from behind. "Careful!" she snapped. "What’s wrong with you? Are you fine?"

Lines of discomfort were clear on Arwen’s face. But looking back at her friend, she shook her head. "I am fine. My legs might have gotten numb." With that, she got herself stable on her feet before walking to take a seat back on the sofa.

Gianna didn’t dwell much on it and immediately believed Arwen. She watched as Arwen tucked the picture back in the album and sighed.

"Here, I was hoping for the possibility of your history with my uncle," she shook her head in the expression of slight disappointment. "But who knew that you would instead find your old childhood sweetheart? Sigh, suddenly I feel bad for my uncle. What if, in future, he would have to face alive rival."

Arwen was still thinking about the picture, but when she heard Gianna, her thoughts deflected.

"What did you say?" she asked, turning to glance at her friend.

Gianna gave her a look before she shrugged. "What did I say? I didn’t say anything wrong. I truly thought you and my uncle shared some history. Now seeing some other childhood sweetheart appear, I am disappointed."

"You thought I and Aiden had some history before?" Arwen asked as if she couldn’t believe it.

"What?" Gianna shrugged again. "It’s not that difficult to think. Given how you two are drawn towards each other in such a short time, anyone could guess the high possibility of you two knowing each other from before."

Arwen chuckled when she heard that. "That’s impossible," she said.

And Gianna thinned her lips before turning to Arwen, demanding an answer. "How is that impossible? Do you think my uncle would adore just any random woman whom he met outside the Civil Affairs Bureau office?"

Well, that doesn’t seem to be very like Aiden, but …

Didn’t they meet outside the Civil Affairs Bureau Office itself? Not only did they meet, but they even signed the marriage certificates together.

And that’s why Arwen called it something written in their fate and destiny.

They were supposed to meet … hence, they met.

They were written to get together … and hence they married.

"Wenna, are you really sure that you don’t know him in the past? I mean, you might have —" Gianna asked when she saw Arwen lost in thought.

"Do you think with his looks and distinct personality; I would have forgotten him if I truly had met him once?" Arwen suddenly asked, her gaze staring at Gianna, asking her to calculate the probability.

And Gianna couldn’t deny …

Given Aiden’s look and temperament —be it now or back when he was young —it’s highly doubtful to be forgotten.

He has all the charms that could charm anyone’s soul. And given how charmed Arwen is right now, if they had met before, the story wouldn’t have been much different than this.

But still … Gianna had this lingering confidence that maybe something was there between the two that wasn’t rightfully defined.

Or, if defined, not made obvious.

"But Arwen, what if … I mean, just what if you have forgotten him. You know, sometimes some things don’t always go according to how it’s supposed to go. What if by some weird possibility you might have forgotten him? There can be one such possibility, right?"

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