Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 573

Chapter 573: My diary?

Meanwhile inside a private room in Yellow Orchids —

Arwen sat across the table with a soft glow of smile accentuating her facial feature. In her hand, she held the menu book of the restaurant, making an order.

While Beca was watching her with a gaze full of quiet adoration.

"That would be all for now," Arwen said once she closed the menu and handed it back to the server. "If we need anything more, we will add later."

The server smiled and nodded to her. "Thank you, ma’am. We will bring serve the dishes soon." Ands saying that, she bowed slightly before retreating from the room, sliding the door close after her.

Once they were alone, Arwen turned to look back at Beca, halting at her gaze that had been at her for quite a while now.

"Is there something on my face, Aunt Beca?" she asked, already reaching up to check her face.

Beca laughed and shook her head immediately. "There is nothing on your face," she said. "Sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I was just watching you. You don’t look the same, anymore."

Arwen blinked. "Huh? Did I age? I mean I have heard someone say that women tend to age after getting married while the men seem to look younger. Did I start looking old as well?"

Her words like that were meant to make Beca laugh and the next second, it did.

Beca chuckled. "See, I told you have grown different, more cheerful. Not old but matured enough to stand and fight back." She then paused and looked at the girl she has seen growing every year. "Arwen, I saw how you dealt with the girl outside. The previous you would have hesitated thinking about Catrin’s reaction. But this ..."

Her hand moved to refer Arwen head to toe, while her gaze her the familiar adoration it always held for her. "...this new you, didn’t. And I liked it." She smiled and continued further, "I have read all the news recently. While seeing you made me proud, Catrin’s action simply disappointed me. I have treated you as my daughter but seeing you treat not one, made me feel heartbroken. You have suffered, child. And even knowing it for all these years, I couldn’t do anything for you."

The regret was not just clear in her tone but also in her gaze. Arwen saw the hints of tears the corner of her eyes.

She reached out to place her hand over hers and shook her head. "Aunt Beca, you owed me nothing," she said, a soft smile reassuring her. "You were my godmother and you always did everything you could to fill the void that my mother created in my life. But not every void is meant to be filled. Few are just meant to remain like that forever. And I have moved on from it."

Retracting her hand, she said in tone more of confidence. "It no longer affects me. It did once, but no now anymore."

Beca watched the girl who was clearly trying to act strong. But being a mother, she knew better. A kid can never move on from their mother. No matter how old they get, they always need the warmth of the mother in their life —if not physically then in the corners of the memories.