Aiden stared at her for a long moment as if he didn’t understand what she meant, but he smirked. "You want me to explain it?" he asked as he walked further in, going to her side.
She narrowed her eyes a little at him, but the softness on his expression didn’t falter. He gently took the towel she held in her hand and reached up to dry her hair.
She didn’t step away. She simply stood and let him do it.
"You were enjoying the show pretty well, it seems," she commented when Aiden walked behind her, his fingers moving carefully untangling her hair and smoothing it out throughout. "Won’t you tease me now for acting jealous like that?"
"You want me to tease you?" he asked again, and his words framed in a tone of question only made her turn and look at him, sending daggers in response.
He chuckled softly and put away the towel before making her sit on the chair in front of the dresser.
"Although seeing a woman claiming their man as hers in front of all is a moment of pride for him, we don’t really like seeing them getting jealous," he said slowly, taking his time getting the hair dryer.
"It makes us feel that we haven’t done a good job in making them feel secure enough. So, ..." he turned to stare at her in the mirror. "I liked it when you marked me as your territory. But if you ask me if I enjoyed seeing you getting sour because of some other woman, then no —I didn’t."
Arwen felt wordless. Earlier, she thought she had a lot of complaints. But now, when he put it like that, none of those complaints felt worthy of even mentioning.
"You ... you can’t simply say that and shrug the topic off," she pulled away from him and said. His hand was still mid-air as her hair slipped off it. "Explain to me why she is the," she quoted, raising her hand up, "only girl.friend in your life."
"Because I don’t know many women in the world," he simply answered and the clarity he held in his gaze when he said that didn’t make it look like he was didn’t an understatement.
But then, how could it be so simple?
Doesn’t know many women? Was that even possible? She hadn’t seen many around him —true, but he was the tycoon with billions of assets, properties and companies in his name. How could he not know a few women here and there?
While she was thinking all that, she didn’t realize that he had long taken her hair back in his hand and was now blow-drying it. The realization only dawned upon her when she glanced at him in the mirror.
"It doesn’t seem that simple," she said, before continuing, "The way Ms. Martin put it, it clearly meant that she doesn’t hold a simple identity around you. She is someone really important to you"
"You are more important," he said, without hesitation. And that explained a lot.
She didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she simply watched him through the mirror. His little gestures towards her were enough to say. He didn’t just say it for the sake of saying it. He meant it —and she knew it.
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