Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 501: Allow me to stay.

What will you do if someday I forget you? Forget everything we share now? Will you hate me?

He still hasn’t forgotten her questions from that night.

They continued to echo in his mind —haunting him, unsettling him, scaring him. Every day. Every night.

Could this be related?

Has she grown suspicious about something?

"What’s wrong?" Jacob asked, sensing the change in his friend. "Is there something?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Aiden glanced at him, considering it for a moment, then shook his head.

"I will look into it," he said quietly.

Jacob narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. But he didn’t push. He knew Aiden well enough to recognize when the man had closed the door on a conversation.

"Alright," Jacob said, nodding. "Just let me know if something comes up. Sharing isn’t always a weakness. We are friends, Aiden. We are meant to help each other."

His words were just a reminder that Jacob thought Aiden needed.

But little did he know that wasn’t the case. Aiden was just dwelling on something on his own, and that was keeping his thoughts occupied.

Pushing back his chair, Jacob stood.

"Since you are busy, I won’t take up more of your time. I will leave first. Let’s meet and plan to have a gathering. It’s been a while since you brought Arwen with us."

Aiden nodded to him, and soon after that, Jacob left.

After he was gone, Emyr knocked again at the door.

Receiving the cue to enter, he pushed the door open to step inside. His expression twisted slightly with seriousness.

"Sir," he said, stopping right in front of Aiden’s desk. "We received a call from Foster Ventures."

Aiden glanced at him, his expression hard to read.

Emyr took in his expression and continued further. "It was Zenith Jane, Ryan Foster’s secretary, who called. She was asking to schedule a meeting with you. Ryan Foster wants to meet you."

Aiden paused at that. His gaze glinted with something that was hard to read.

Emyr didn’t dare speculate. He simply waited until he heard Aiden say, "Schedule it, then."

Emyr felt chills down his spine, but didn’t voice it out. Keeping his composure, he simply gave a polite nod. "Okay, sir. I will make the arrangements."

Meantime, in New York —

Selene was quietly looking around when she heard footsteps behind her.

With a practiced smile, she turned —

And the moment she saw Morgan Winslow entering the room, the curve of her lips deepened naturally.

"Grandpa Winslow!" she exclaimed warmly, walking towards him with open arms. "Long time, no see. How have you been? I missed you so much."

Her voice overflowed with enthusiasm, as if mere words weren’t enough to express just how much she had longed to see him.

Seeing her like that, Morgan chuckled, eyes crinkling behind his glasses.

"How could you possibly miss an old man like me?" he asked, half teasing, half fond.

Selene reached him and wrapped her arms gently around his shoulders. "How could I not?" she said sweetly. "You have always been like a family to me. Remember, I have spent half of my childhood with you here. I have so many memories here that the moment I stepped in, I couldn’t help but reminisce about it."

Morgan let her hug him briefly, then patted her back before stepping away. "Come, sit down," he said. "Let’s talk. You look like you came here with something more than just fond memories."

Selene’s eyes flashed briefly —barely noticeable —but the smile remained intact as she followed him to the seating area. She had known that she wouldn’t be able to hide for long, hence, hiding was never her intention.

She came here for a reason, and she doesn’t intend to dilly-dally around.

As they sat facing each other, Selene adjusted her posture, pulling her expression into one of soft hesitation.

"Umm ... you are somewhat right," she admitted openly. "I did come to see you with something in mind. But I truly didn’t lie. —I have missed you dearly. Along with expressing that, I want to make a request."

At her words, Morgan’s gaze briefly —though meaningfully —shifted to William, who stood quietly at a distance. They shared a silent conversation that remained only between the two.

"Request?" he asked, sounding intrigued. "If your grandfather knew that I am making his precious granddaughter request, he would surely be unhappy."

He then continued, "The friendship I share with your grandfather has always kept our family close. You are just like a granddaughter to me. If you ask something, I definitely wouldn’t refuse you."

Of course, she knew this, and that’s why she was here.

Hearing Morgan speak in such a doting and accommodating tone, Selene was pleased.

"This is why I missed you so much, Grandpa Winslow. You treat me so good. I knew as long as I asked you, you would agree."

Although Morgan smiled, the effect didn’t reflect his gaze. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he gently asked, "Tell me what you want? If within my powers, I surely will agree with you."

"Of course, it’s within your authority, grandpa. There is no way I would ask you something that you couldn’t provide. I am not that spoiled. You have seen me grow." Selene said, putting her best side on show.

Morgan laughed, nodding.

She paused for a second before finally putting out her request. "Grandpa Winslow, I have heard grandpa mention once that you have a grand estate in Cralens. One that almost matches the style and design of a palace."

He hummed, nodding. It was nothing he could refuse about. Everyone knows Winslows has its origin in Cralens, from where they have shifted to New York.

"Recently, I have got some work in Cralens," she explained her motive further. "I have signed a domestic brand there that is planning to get launched in the international market. For which, I would have to stay for a while there. So, I just want to request you if you could allow me to stay at your place?"