Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574: It doesn’t represent me.

Once the lunch was done, the table was cleaned.

Arwen waited for the staff to leave. Once they were left alone in the room, she looked back at Beca and asked, "What diary are you talking about, Aunt Beca?"

She had the hobby of journaling before, but she now no longer remembers when she lost that practice. It must have happened when she was quite young because she does not even have any remembrance of it anymore.

Beca stared at her for a moment, a flicker of hesitation flashing in her gaze. But then thinking it all over again, she decisively reached for her bag, retrieving out the brown leather journal she had brought with herself.

"Isn’t this yours?" she asked, handing it to Arwen to check.

Arwen didn’t take it from her immediately. She eyed it for a moment, trying to recall if she ever had one, but nothing came to her remembrance.

"This is mine?" she asked, reaching to take it and then flipping it open to check and stopping right at the first page.

The handwriting ...

It was hers. Not of now, but of quite an early age.

This was her diary. But then, how did she not remember it at all?

"This is yours, isn’t it?" Beca asked when she saw Arwen staring at it with confusion. Although the little familiarity flashing in her gaze already made the answer clear.

Arwen glanced up and nodded. "The handwriting seems to be mine, but I don’t remember it," Her gaze went down again to check, and the slow realization coming with every flip of the page only made her brows draw tightly together.

Her handwriting wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t as elegant as it was now.

"This is your diary, Arwen," Beca said, giving her the needed confidence to believe.

When Arwen looked back at her, she nodded. "I have helped you in completing your homework. I wouldn’t forget how you wrote." Her gaze darted to look down at the diary Arwen held in her hand, tightly. "That’s indeed yours."

"How did you find it, and where?" Arwen had no clue of it. But if the diary was really hers, then it should be either back at Quinn’s Villa or at East Serenity Residence. There is no way she would leave her belongings at Foster Residence and then forget about it.

Beca rubbed her fingers, as if trying to decide how she should answer it.

However, when even after a long time she didn’t answer her, Arwen rephrased her words to ask, "Did I leave it at Foster Villa?"

"No, you didn’t," Beca shook her head. And Arwen stared at her, waiting to hear — if not Foster Residence, then where else?

"Ryan?" Arwen frowned. Why would he have her diary? They never shared a bond where she would let him check on her personal things, neither when young nor when they grew old.