Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578: By instinct.

A knock at the door interrupted her, and as Arwen glanced up, she saw Mia stepping in, pushing the door.

"Ma’am, the clients have left," she reported, adding, "The car and the hotel have been arranged for them. They would be taken well cared of."

Arwen nodded in understanding. Her hand remained holding the drawer’s knob with the drawer half open. "Thank you, Mia, for looking after all these. It’s time already. You can wrap up for the day and leave first."

Mia was about to nod and agree when suddenly a subtle crease of confusion settled between her brows. "Ma’am, won’t you leave?" Her job ends after hers, so she could only leave after Arwen leaves.

"No," Arwen replied, shaking her head. "I will be staying for a bit today and will leave later. You can go first."

"Ma’am, I can stay with you, in case you need me for something later," the secretary offered.

However, Arwen held firm. "I am not staying back for work, Mia. So, it’s fine. You can call it a day here and return home to rest."

Mia nodded and then, giving a small bow, she left the room.

Once the door was pulled closed, Arwen’s gaze shifted back to look at the diary in the drawer. Reaching, she pulled it out before placing it on her desk, right in front of her.

She didn’t open it immediately; rather, she stared at it for a moment —as if what the diary held was not just a part of forgotten past but the answer to the mysteries that she was struggling with.

Could it answer all that I’m curious about? She asked herself, but instead of getting a response, all she heard was the echo of the same question ringing within.

Maybe ... she hoped in her heart before finally flipping it open.

The first few pages were just her fiery rambles, complaining about little things she didn’t remember. But what surprised her was not just how she had forgotten it all, but the way she had written it all.

It felt like her, but just not like her.

She was trained to be kind, gentle and mannered. But reading this, she felt nothing like the kind and gentle girl she had always remembered herself to be.

From what she remembered, she had always been the one craving her mother’s love and time.

But reading her own writing now, she didn’t look like one to accept her mother’s wishes, just to make her happy.

Instead, she felt like nothing like the girl who would care about what her mother thinks. Not rude, but bold enough to disapprove of everything that her mother wanted her to do.

Was this really her?

She couldn’t remember at all.

Her brows jutted as she flipped to read more; every incident written felt familiar, yet no remembrance flashed back from her memory. It felt like it was all forgotten.

But how could the memories of so many things be forgotten ...

She doesn’t remember having any medical situation which could have led to it.

She knew there were a few things that she couldn’t remember from her early days, but she had talked about it with the doctor, and the doctor had said that it was nothing. Children do tend to forget a few things.

Arwen’s frown deepened. "It doesn’t look a few simple things anymore," she muttered to herself before turning another page to read. But instead of turning the next page, the page that got flipped was several ahead.

Because the diary was old, the pages seemed to have stuck together.

She was about to turn it back, but just then she caught what was written there.

She paused and glanced to look better.

[New boy. Quiet boy. Broody eyes.

I bet he hates glitter.

I am going to like him.]

[He sat two benches behind me.

Didn’t talk. Didn’t blink.

I waved anyway.]

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