After a while, when Arwen came out of the bathroom wrapped snugly in a bathrobe. The warm bath had done wonders on her; she now felt duly fresh. Her eyes wandered to look around the room, but it didn't take long for her to realize that Aiden was no longer there.
"Arwen, you can't act spoiled like this. It's not his job you prepare the breakfast for you," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head at herself. It wasn't her nature to rely on others, but Aiden's unwavering attention and care were making her feel increasingly dependent. It was so comforting that she no longer cared about all the disciplines she had been taught while growing up.
As she was about to drift into her thoughts, the subtle ring of the phone broke her focus. Her brows knitted in surprise as she turned to the bedside table where Aiden had left his phone.