Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 445: Hints of obsession.

The car pulled up at Cralens Care Hospital.

"Madam, we have arrived," Alfred announced, but his face showed a hint of hesitation. He hadn't questioned her before, but now that they were here, he couldn't hold himself back from asking.

"Madam, if you aren't feeling well, Dr. Clark's clinic is also nearby. I can drive you there," he spoke measured, fearing that he would overstep the boundaries that Arwen never reminded him of. After all, he was nothing but a driver. "Sir believes in Dr. Clark's medical abilities. He will be able to attend you better."

Arwen paused at her for a moment, and then her lips curled up in a soft smile. "Alfred, I am fine. I came here just to consult. You don't need to worry," she said, not explaining much.

She knew Alfred was just looking out for her for Aiden. But this was something that she couldn't let Aiden know about —not because she wanted to keep it hidden from him, but because she wasn't sure if she could tell him.

And if she visits Jason, Aiden would come to know inevitably. And that's why she chose to come here instead of visiting his clinic.

Arwen pressed a smile on her lips as she gave an understanding glance to Alfred before pushing the door open to step down the car.

Alfred watched her walk inside the hospital before driving the car towards the parking lot.

***

Meanwhile, in New York,

The same woman from the auction house was sitting in her room, dressing up for the day when another woman from behind asked her with confusion written on her face.

"Ms. Martin, if you have taken the liking of the necklace yesterday, why didn't you buy it? Why did you let the other party win?"

The woman's lips curled up in a smile that could make any guy's heart skip a beat. She allowed her blonde curls to fall on her shoulders as she tied a moon bracelet on her wrist.

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"Because I have always liked to see him win. Every bet, every game!" she said finally turning to look at her assistant. Her face was petite enough to make people fall in love with her in one single glance but what made her mesmerizing wasn't just her face but her eyes … her blue eyes. "Even if the world has to lose, he should win. How can I fail him then?"

"But you liked that necklace, didn't you, Ms. Martin?" the assistant asked, not understanding why the lady who had been stubborn about everything around herself would agree to give away something to someone so easily.

After all, the entire New York knows —if Selene Martin wants something, no one else could take it. It belongs just to her.

Selene smiled when she heard the girl. Humming, she nodded, "I liked it, but I liked him more." She paused suddenly as an understanding curve deepened her smile. "Furthermore, why fight for something that would later end up with you? Wouldn't it be more gorgeous to receive it as a gift later?"

The assistant, Olivia frowned. "Receiving as a gift?" she asked confused.

However, Selene looked very confident. Her conviction was emanating from her smile. "Yes, or else who do you think that necklace would end up with? If was crafted for me and at the end of the day, I will have it anyway."

She then turned to look at herself in the mirror and her eyes sparkled with something unreadable.

Looking at Olivia through the mirror, she asked, "Do you know who was sitting in the VIP box next to us?"

Olivia furrowed her brows before shaking her head. "No, ma'am. I have tried looking for him, but his identity was kept equally mysterious. Even the organizers refused to reveal. He must be someone unapproachable. But someone in the media reports speculated that he was Aid—"

"Aiden Winslow!"

Before she could even utter his name, Selene voiced it with conviction in her tone.

Olivia blinked, for a moment thinking if the lady was doubting it was them, or was confident it was truly him.

However, her doubt was seen through because the very next second Selene smiled at her sweetly and nodded.

"Their speculations are right," she said turning back to glance at her. "It was Aiden there."

"But ma'am —"

"You doubt me?" she asked, arching her brows. "Given I let someone else win is enough to tell that it was no other but Aiden there."

Olivia didn't know what was the connection between Aiden Winslow and her boss, but by now, she could tell there were hints of obsession in the lady.

Otherwise, the woman who doesn't turn her head to look at any man for a second glance … wouldn't sound so passionate for just any man.

And Selene's obsession wasn't a good sign.

"Olivia," Selene began, snapping her assistant out of her thoughts. "I want you to free up my schedule. I want myself to be available all the time. No appointment, no nothing should be there to keep me away."

Olivia was slightly taken aback by that instruction. Not because Selene's mood swings like that were new to her, but because her order this time could put them into a grave problem.

Selene was not just the top socialite in New York City, she was also the top model that several fashion and jewellery brands looked forward to having appointments with, which indirectly means that she does not just have her schedule tight —it was even difficult to postpone one of her appointments, and here she was asking her to free up her whole schedule.

How could this be done?

Not knowing what to say, Olivia tried to keep herself calm. "I will let Eric know this. But he will ask me the reason. What reason should I give him?"

Selene smiled, without any ounce of guilt in her tone. "Tell him that I want to wait for someone's call. I am sure now that he is back in New York, he will call me."

But little did she know the call she was waiting for would never come. Especially not when Aiden is on his way back to his home —back to Cralens.