Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 424

The next day,

Gianna was sipping from her glass of fresh juice when she heard Arwen answer her. She choked on it, spurting everything out.

Coughing, she tried to ease herself but her complexion only got redder. It was only after a minute and a half that she was able to control herself.

"W-hat …" she cleared her voice, speaking again, "What did you say? Whose eyes do they look like?"

Arwen didn't react to her reaction. She just forked the salad and allowed her to calm down before repeating. "It looked like Aiden's chestnut brown eyes."

"My uncle's brown eyes aren't unique," Gianna immediately said. "They are pretty common around."

"They aren't common," Arwen responded. Her voice was firm, showing the confidence she held in her words. "The shade of his chestnut browns are different."

Gianna couldn't tell what was the different. She might not have stared into her uncle's eyes for long. But for whatever time she had watched, his eyes seemed to be … pretty common.

But since Arwen sounded so sure of it, she could only force herself to believe that she hadn't seen them as well as Arwen had seen them.

Nodding, she accepted, "Fine. Since you sound so sure of it, then I will believe you. But if he is the young boy in your dream, doesn't that mean that you know him from before?"

And this was the deducement that had confused Arwen since the last night.

She has taken consideration of the probability which says that her dreams aren't some imagination but the past that she had forgotten.

But then if that was so, it only meant that she hadn't come to know Aiden recently, but rather had known him in the past too.

"I don't know, Arwen shrugged, not daring to believe that possibility. It was just the last night she had been audacious to think of this and was badly proven wrong. Daring the same again, she wasn't as ready as before.

But Gianna, on the other hand, held no such qualms. She was rather very anticipative of it. After all, this was something she even suggested before.

"What do you not know, Wenna?" she said, spreading her hand in the obviousness of the fact. "It's with a yes or a no. Since you have been seeing the dreams of the boy whose eyes match my uncle, doesn't that mean that you have been seeing him? Which also further means that there is a strong possibility of you two sharing the past —one that I had been doubting earlier."

Arwen stared up at Gianna. It looked like she was considering her words, but she wasn't. Her mind was thinking about something else. After a moment, she shook her head. "I don't remember him. And neither was he in the picture album I had."

Now, without evidence, she would not just let her delusion lead her astray.

Gianna paused at that. Thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked, "You don't remember him. Could it be possible that you have forgotten him? I mean I know you have said that he is so handsome that one can never forget his face, but still, forgetting him is not impossible, right?"