"Who is it?"
Aiden asked, looking at her, his voice soft and gentle as always.
Arwen sighed in relief before she shook her head at him. Then she spoke hastily on the line, as if rushing to get it done as soon as possible before hanging up.
"You can confirm it. I will come tomorrow."
"Sure, ma’am."
And with that, the call was disconnected.
Arwen set the phone down and then gave a smile to Aiden, who was still looking at her as if waiting for her to say something.
"They just wanted to confirm the appointment."
"Appointment?"
Arwen nodded, feigning nonchalance. "Yes. I feel like I need to rejuvenate. So, I booked a spa." As she said that, she crossed her fingers, feeling guilty of lying to him.
However, she couldn’t tell me anything until she confirmed the things herself. After all, nothing seems as simple as she thought it was before. Not her past, not her memories and not her amnesia.
Aiden felt his phone vibrate in his hand. He turned to glance at it and, seeing Emyr’s name flashing on the screen, his brows furrowed a little.
However, those creases eased before Arwen could notice them.
"I need to leave for something," he said, turning to look back at Arwen.
Arwen’s brows knitted slightly before she checked the time on her watch. "At this time?" she asked, not understanding what work would need him this late at night. "It’s already close to dinner time. Don’t tell me you are planning to skip it. You didn’t have dinner yesterday night, and you also skipped breakfast this morning. This can’t continue. And —"
Before she could speak any further, Aiden’s finger pressed against her lips, shushing her into silence.
"Shh ... I am not skipping another meal. Nor am I intending to let you wait late for me to return," he murmured, and her brows knitted, not understanding what he meant.
She removed his finger from her lips and pursed. "Then, are you taking me along?"
He shook his head again and reached out to brush away her strand of hair that was coming over her face. "You can’t come with me?"
Arwen’s frown deepened, and the ’why’ was on the tip of her tongue. But before she could roll it out, she heard him speak out for himself.
"You didn’t rest well last night. Tonight, you need to sleep properly here on the bed. So, we will finish our dinner and then I will leave."
"But —"
At that moment, a man stepped forward from the shadows.
"It’s not us," he said, his voice dark and threatening, sending shivers down Selene’s spine, "but you, who is here to take the consequences. So, instead of threatening us, be more scared. Because what’s coming your way isn’t going to be easy."
"W-what do you mean? What consequences?" Selene tried her best to not get scared but when she looked into the man’s eyes, she couldn’t help but feel her bones going brittle. "A-And who the hell are you?"
She asked but the man stared at her with no intention to answer her.
"See, let me go and I will give you anything you ask for," Selene tried again, struggling in the chair. She just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible. The more she stayed in this place, the more she felt scared. And she couldn’t take it any longer.
"Is it money? Assets? Properties?" she offered. "Ask anything and trust me I will give it to you. Just let me go."
However, the man stared at her before turning to look at his brothers.
And just when Selene thought they were considering, they broke into loud chuckle as though making fun of her.
She fingers clenched and she stared at them begrudgingly. "You — you ... why are you all laughing like that?" she gritted. "You don’t believe me? Trust me, I can offer everything I promised. If you still not believe, you can go ahead and check about me. I am rich and afford everything. I will —"
"Do you think we are doing this for your money?" the man sneered, stepping closer and leaning enough to make her look into his dark, scary eyes —one that were glinting dangerously.

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