Arwen panicked when she felt his warmth pulling away. She wanted to shake her head, to stop him, but he had already turned his head away. Desperation swelled inside her, and before she knew it, her fingers had already clasped onto his pullover, pulling him closer than before.@@@@

Aiden was taken by surprise —or perhaps he just feigned it on his expression. "What are you doing?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

She stared into his eyes and then whispered softly, "T-this doesn''t make me uncomfortable. You never did, nor does your closeness." Her face flushed with hue of deep red, revealing just how nervous she was about her boldness.

It took everything in Aiden to hold himself back. His gaze darkened with an urge, a desire, the kind that only this woman lying beneath him, could stir in him. "You mean—" he began with a voice groggily deep, but his words paused in the mid when he felt her fingers grip his pullover harder.

"Kiss me, husband," she commanded softly, and that was all the permission Aiden needed.

His lips crashed onto hers with one swift motion, letting her feel every ounce of passion she had asked for. The kiss was both intense and tender —sparking a slow-burning flame. He held himself above her with one arm, while his other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. "Let me in," he murmured against her lips, demanding entrance, which she eagerly granted.

Their tongues danced with perfect chemistry, stirring a passionate battle that sent sparks through both of them. Arwen felt as though she was losing herself in his touch. Her hand found his chest, pulling him closer as though he were the very air she needed to survive. Every movement deepened their connection, the bond of their souls.

Arwen forgot to breathe until Aiden finally pulled away, leaving both of them gasping for air.

Resting his forehead against hers, he let his hot breath fan against her ears while he struggled to calm the desire she once again ignited within him.

Arwen didn''t know when she fell asleep last night, but it hadn''t taken long. The next morning when she woke up, she was no longer in the comforting arms of Aiden, though the memories of the night before were still fresh. Stretching, she glanced around the room. The faint sounds from the bathroom made it clear that Aiden hadn''t left for the office yet.

Turning on her side, she reached out to check her phone. Scrolling through it, she noticed the wave on the internet against her from the previous day had died down already. Now, most of the blame had shifted on Delyth, with people accusing her of being the instigator behind everything. Some were even saying she deserved the pain and suffering she was going through.

As Arwen read through the comments, she couldn''t help but wonder how Delyth was reacting to it all. Just as the thought crossed her mind, her phone rang in her hand, making her frown. The tug between her brows only deepened when she read Delyth''s name flashing across her screen.

Without hesitation, she rejected the call. But just a few seconds later, her phone rang again. She rejected it for the second time, only for it to ring for the third time. Knowing that it wouldn''t stop until she picked up the call, Arwen reluctantly answered.

"Ms. Ember, don''t you know what it means when someone rejects your call?" Arwen asked, her tone cold.

And she heard Delyth huff arrogantly on the other end. "Arwen, do you really think you are in a position to reject my call?"

"Didn''t I just do it twice? Want me to do it again, to prove that I can?" Arwen''s voice came out a clear warning.

"Arwen, don''t act so confident. Not in front of me. We both know you have nothing to be confident about," Delyth said, but Arwen only chuckled, making Delyth pause.

"Are you sure about that, Delyth?" Arwen asked, before continuing, "Because as far as I remember, I have always had everything that''s needed to be confident. Unlike you, who can''t even breathe without depending on others. Do you need me to remind you of the details?"