Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 380: Have you truly not considered the possibility?

Of course, that was the first thought that struck Arwen as well.

Not just once but multiple times, she had noticed the uncanny familiarity between Aiden and the boy she saw in her dream.

At times, they looked so similar that she almost believed they weren't different at all —but the same person.

But then …

How could it be Aiden?

It can't be him.

She had asked him before if they knew each other in the past.

But every single time, he had told her they didn't.

And if they didn't, then he definitely couldn't be that boy.

Maybe … Maybe it really was just a dream.

Arwen exhaled softly, shaking her head. "It can't be him," she murmured after a brief silence.

Gianna, who had been lost in thought, hummed before nodding. "Yes, he couldn't be. After all, you said that boy behaved humanly when, since young, my uncle has been known as the 'Hades —the God of the Underworld.' The nature of doting-ness would still be otherworldly for him."

She scoffed slightly, then added with amusement, "I agree —it can't be him."

A memory suddenly surfaced in her mind, making her chuckle.

"You know," she began, "I still remember this one time when a relative's five-year-old daughter visited the old house for a family event. Since it was something important, even my uncle was there."

She shook her head, smiling as she recalled a scene.

"That kid was completely charmed by my uncle's handsome face. She ran up to him and sweetly asked him to carry her just once."

Arwen raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Gianna smirked. "And he not only flat out refused, but he also scared her so badly that she ran away crying."

Arwen blinked, taken aback. "Seriously?" She couldn't help but imagine that moment. He couldn't have made it so serious with a kid, could he?

Gianna nodded with a laugh. "Yes! And you know the funniest part? Later, my grandfather tried to scold him for making the poor girl cry. But you know what he said?"

Arwen felt curious. "What?" she asked.

Gianna dramatically deepened her voice, mimicking Aiden's cold demeanor. "I don't carry people unless I intend to keep them."

Arwen was taken aback.

At that moment, suddenly, it flashed back:

I won't click pictures with a girl unless … she is the only one I have to take pictures with … for life.

Although those weren't the exact words from the dream, the intention behind it was very similar…

As if spoken by the same person at two different ages.

"How can that be possible?" Arwen muttered under her breath.

Her disbelief was totally for something else when she was muttering that, but Gianna thought that Arwen couldn't believe it. Hence, holding her hand up as if taking an oath, she said, "I swear! And the poor kid? She was so terrified that she clung to her mother and refused to come anywhere near him for the rest of the night."

Arwen stared at Gianna for a moment, unable to react.

Recalling that memory still makes her laugh. Grinning, she asked. "So, now knowing this, do you still think my uncle would dote on a girl? He can't even be a bit patient with such a young girl; how can he be doting towards anyone?"

Arwen didn't say anything, she was too engrossed in her own thoughts to realize what Gianna had asked her.

"Oh yes," Gianna suddenly remembered something. "Was there something else familiar in your dream? Like the place you were or anything else?"

"The place was familiar," Arwen responded, very sure already. "It was the previous school's playground. I have been there before, so I remember it well."

"Your previous school," Gianna repeated, rubbing her chin. "Can that boy be someone from your school then? Right …" she suddenly paused, remembering another thing. "You brought that photo album from your school days. There were many guys in different pictures. Do you think anyone of them could be?"

Arwen had already checked all the pictures yesterday. None of them had given her the sense of familiarity she had been looking for.

Shaking her head, she said, "None of them could be."

"How can you be so sure?" Gianna asked, finding her confidence a little uncanny. "You haven't seen his face, right?"

Yes, she hasn't…

But still, she was sure … very sure.

"I just know it, Anna. Don't ask me how or why. I might not be able to explain it to you and will you be able to understand it." Arwen turned away to look outside the window once again.

Seeing her annoyed, Gianna didn't force her to explain. Taking a deep breath, she simply said, "Fine, I won't ask. But can you tell me anything else. Like, what he called you? You said that he called you by some name, and then you woke up. So, what was that name? What if that serves as a clue?"

Arwen paused at that. But then quickly she replied. "I-I don't remember that name. I woke immediately after that, so I didn't hear it properly."

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The way she said that made Gianna doubt. With furrowed brows, she asked, "Are you sure, Wenna, that you don't remember?"

Arwen hesitated.

How could she not?

It was so vivid and loud that she couldn't forget it again. He called her … Moon!

But even if she remembers it, she can't tell it to Gianna.

Although Gianna has almost accepted that Aiden couldn't be the boy from her dream, Arwen knew her friend well.

Gianna wanted her to believe that she and Aiden had a connection from the past.

If she told her the name …

If she gave her even the slightest hint that could connect Aiden to her dream, Gianna wouldn't rest until she proved it.

And Arwen no longer wanted the theory that could possibly be the real in reality … She wanted the truth, the real thing itself.

So, pressing her lips in a thin line, she turned to look back at her and spoke. "I don't remember, Anna. Dreams can't be remembered too vividly; you know that, right?"

Gianna sighed and then nodded, "In that sense. We have already read that in dreams, we only encounter the faces we know. Since you have seen the face of the boy, then it's possible that he doesn't exist at all. It must be just your imagination that came to you as a dream."

Arwen didn't let the topic stretch for long. Nodding, she agreed with Gianna. "Yes, I think I am just overthinking. It must just be a … dream."

Gianna hummed, finally taking a deep breath of finality.

Arwen checked the time and realizing it was almost there, she said, "Of it's already even," she picked her handbag and then her laptop. "I think I should leave now. I have a meeting later."

"When will you be back then?" Gianna knew that Arwen was going to the company today. So, she wasn't surprised at all.

"Umm … I will be back by evening," Arwen replied, already sending a text to Alfred to get the car ready. "Don't jump around, Anna. Although the sprain is gone, you still need to be careful."

Gianna nodded. "Understood, Ma'am. Now go."

Arwen smiled. Then, nodding, she turned to leave. But she had hardly taken a few steps when she heard Gianna stop her again.

"Wenna, have you truly not considered the possibility of knowing my uncle before?"