Chapter 36 The Category of 'Mine”.

"Mr. Ethan didn't come today?" Arwen asked, feeling the silence in the car grow a bit too heavy. Aiden hummed before replying, "I took off today, so it's also his day off." And then Arwen realized the reason why he was not dressed in his formal attire today. It seemed like he was off work. Although he still looked great in his denim and casual shirt, the powerful charm he exuded in his business attire hit differently. "What?" Aiden suddenly asked, turning to catch her eyes as she unrestrainedly ogled him. "You didn't like today?" "How did you know?" Arwen was surprised. How did he always read her so fast and so well? Aiden smirked, before turning back to the road. "Your eyes have always been too expressive. It doesn't know how to hide things, especially your likes and dislikes." Was that so? She didn't know. No one had ever told her that before. If her eyes have been too expressive, why hadn't anyone ever cared about her likes and dislikes? "It's not that like I don't like it. You look great —better than most men, in fact. But you look unparalleled in your business attire. I am sure you know that yourself," she explained. But then she noticed him shaking his head in denial, which made her raise her brows in surprise. "What? No one's ever complimented you before?" "I don't take compliments from others," he said, and that unknowingly made Arwen shape her lips in an 'oh' Realizing something, she quickly added, "But you just took it from me." Did he miss in her words? Or were her words so bland that he didn't consider them a compliment? Aiden turned to give her a look and then smiled slightly, "You are my wife, and you don't fall into that category." He said it so smoothly and naturally that, for a moment, Arwen failed to register it. When she did, her heart skipped a beat. Once she was calm herself enough, she turned back to look at him. His composed demeanor suddenly itched her. She couldn't hold herself back from asking, "How many women have you appeased to be this good at flirting? I am sure you must have quite a record." Aiden didn't reply, and this time, Arwen was certain he wouldn't. So she rephrased her question a different way before asking, "Did you have a girlfriend before?" She saw him shake his head. "Then did you love someone? A muse for all your thoughts and emotions?" Again, there was no reply. Arwen thought that she might have intruded into his personal space, so she decided not to probe any further. "Fine, if you don't want to tell, I won't ask you. I don't know what had gotten into me, I usually don't speak this much." She thought that would be the end of it, but then she heard him confess. "I have only ever loved one woman —the muse for all my thoughts and emotions. And there is no one else. Neither in the past nor in the future." The resoluteness in his confession left no room for doubt. He was devoted to someone, and he proudly acknowledged it. No matter how cool it sounded, it made Arwen a little uncomfortable. She didn't know why, but it filled her with a sense of envy. Maybe it was because she had never received such devotion from anyone, She realized that she probably never would —from him, at least. But wasn't that fine? After all, she had married him without any promises. He was not obligated to give her such devotion. She had married him to escape her engagement with Ryan, and he must have had his reasons for agreeing to the marriage as well. She was about to ask him what his expectations were when her phone suddenly rang. Frowning she looked at the screen. It was Daniel. Why was he calling her today?@@@@