Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 410

"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 —"