Emyr flinched slightly. He didn't miss the cold warning in Aiden's tone. But even with it, the hesitation lingered on his expression.
His gaze turned guiltily towards Arwen before he continued, "Ms. Martin seemed to have even tried calling on your phone. But she could not reach you there, so she called me to ask."
Arwen's gaze narrowed suspiciously at him, noticing that Emyr quickly averted his gaze.
He then stepped forward to hand over the phone to his boss.
Aiden frowned, but anyway took the phone. Pressing it over his ears, he gently spoke through the line. "Selene." Although his voice and tone were gentle, they greatly lacked the warmth that Arwen had grown used to.
Previously, she had never seen Aiden talking to any woman, but she had always thought it would be similar to the way he talked to her, warm and patient, soft and silky.
But only hearing him now did she realize the stark contrast he carries for the whole world.
