Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 194

"Lustreé by Lorien Castille," Arwen read slowly as the car came to a halt right outside the world’s renowned jewellery house. Her voice was laced with awe, and her gaze lingered on the cursive letters etched into the glass storefront.

She turned to look at Aiden and asked, "This… why did you bring me here?"

"We had wedding rings pending on our list for far too long," he said continuing, "I didn’t think delaying it for longer would have been better."

"Wedding ring from here, husband? Are you sure?" she asked as if she wasn’t sure.

Aiden’s brows furrowed as well. He stared out of the window at the store icily. "I heard they are the best when it comes to designs and details. Do you not like them?"

Emyr, who had been sitting on the front, coughed hard. Not able to digest it suddenly. But he didn’t dare say anything. He just sat there, quiet, trying his best to make his presence almost invisible.

Arwen blinked. Not like what? Lorien Castille’s designs?

The world dies to get hands-on even simple pieces designed by them, how can she be outrageous to say that she doesn’t like them? But —it’s not just the design that they have been famous for. Rather it’s their policy that makes them unique—a policy of exclusivity.

"Husband," she started, pursing a smile on her lips. "They are not just famous for their designs and the unerring attention to detail, but more than those two what had gained her the reputation is their policy of exclusivity."

Aiden stared at her blankly as if he couldn’t understand what she was speaking about. And Arwen at once guessed that he had no idea about it.

"As I guessed," she shook her head before deciding to explain. "Fine, I will tell you. In their policy, if you get a wedding ring from here, that means you have used up your chance to get it for a lifetime. No money can bring you another chance. That is the reason why even if someone could afford to get a piece of minimal jewellery here, they still don’t dare to buy it. After all, nothing is for sure in this life."

Aiden’s expression remained unreadable. When Arwen saw him like that, her brows furrowed and she asked, confused, "You still didn’t understand? I mean to say —"

"That we can get only one kind of jewellery one time in a life and there is no going back," Aiden helped her finish, letting her know that he got exactly what she meant.

"Yes, and —"

"And so is our marriage to me, Moon," he didn’t allow her to speak anymore. His voice was low, warm, and utterly disarming. He leaned in slightly, his gaze steady and unwavering. "For me, marriage is also a one-time thing. Once I signed the certificate with you, I signed it for life. I signed myself to you for life."

Arwen’s heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him, momentarily lost for words. Her cheeks flushed, but more than that, her heart thumped hard inside her chest. Has he always been so sure about her? She still remembered the day she asked him at the Civil Affairs Bureau —even that day, he agreed to her as if he was there just for her.

Aiden unbothered by her stunned silence, stepped out of the car and walked to open her door extending his hand to help her out.

While at the same time, inside the boutique, the air was buzzing with quiet efficiency. The staff flitted about like elegant butterflies, arranging cases and polishing glasses. They have been told to be on their best behaviour as someone really important would be arriving later.

But all their activity came to a halt when a junior associate rushed into the back office, where a man with sharp, discerning eyes was overseeing the latest designs.