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When they finally arrived home, the evening sky had darkened, leaving the mansion surrounded by the soft glow of lights.Damien parked the SUV at the covered entrance before stepping out and walking around to Katie’s side.He opened the door for her, and Katie carefully stepped down, her new Dior heels clicking softly against the floor.She glanced at them again and smiled.“You really like those shoes,” Damien remarked.Katie looked at him. “Maybe.”“That sounds like a yes.” She laughed softly before walking toward the entrance with him. The moment they entered the mansion, one of the maids approached to take Katie’s handbag, but Damien handed it over himself.“I’ll take it upstairs.”Katie looked at him in surprise but said nothing. They eventually reached the staircase, and after exchanging a brief goodnight, Katie continued toward her bedroom while Damien headed toward his study.Once inside her room, Katie closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment.She releas
Katie didn’t wait for Emma to finish speaking.The moment she heard that Damien was waiting downstairs, she picked up her handbag and hurried toward the door, her earlier exhaustion temporarily forgotten.“Mrs. Stark, wait—”“I’m coming.”She opened the office door and nearly collided with Damien, who had just reached the hallway. Damien had one hand in his trouser pocket, his expression calm as usual, but the moment Katie saw him, something inside her softened.Without thinking, she stepped forward and wrapped both arms tightly around his waist.Damien froze. The few nearby employees immediately became very interested in anything other than the two of them.Katie pressed her cheek against his chest, holding him as though she had been waiting all day to see him.Damien slowly lowered his gaze toward her. “Katie?”She didn’t answer immediately. He could feel the tension leaving her body, and after a brief hesitation, he placed one hand gently against her back.“Long day?”Katie nodded
Katie held Brian’s gaze for a while, and the faint amusement on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm expression that made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.“If you’re finished,” she said, closing the file in front of her, “you can leave.”Brian frowned. “Katie, I haven’t finished talking. I came here because I wanted to explain—”“I’m not interested.”Brian stared at her, clearly caught off guard by the bluntness of her response.Katie stood slowly from her chair and walked around the desk, stopping a few feet away from him. “You keep coming here as though you have some unfinished business with me, but I don’t understand what you expect me to do about it.”Brian’s expression tightened. “I want you to listen to me.”“And then what?” Katie asked. “Am I supposed to forgive you? Cry because you finally decided to explain yourself? Or perhaps I should welcome you back into my life because you suddenly realized that you made a mistake?”“That’s not what I’m saying.”
Damien remained outside the office building after Katie had entered. His expression had changed and the warmth that had been there moments ago was gone, replaced by a cold stillness as his eyes remained fixed on the entrance where Brian had been standing.His first instinct had been to walk over and confront him, but he had restrained himself because Katie had been beside him, and the last thing he wanted was to turn her first day back at work into another painful memory.His hand tightened around the car keys. Brian was not merely his nephew by marriage. Damien lowered his eyes briefly as an old memory resurfaced.His elder sister, Victoria, was eighteen when she gave birth to Brian.At that time, Damien had been only six years old, too young to understand why the adults around him spoke in hushed voices whenever his sister’s name came up.Victoria had never had an easy life. She had fallen in love young, and Brian’s father, Jerry Anderson, had refused to accept the child when he di
(Three days later) Rosetta and Donald had left that morning after Donald insisted he was perfectly capable of returning to his own home, despite Rosetta spending nearly an hour arguing that he still needed more rest. Katie stood before the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the sleeve of her pale-blue blouse before smoothing the matching skirt beneath it. She had chosen something elegant but professional, the outfit that reminded her she was returning to work. Her palm was still bandaged, although the cut had already begun healing. She picked up her handbag and checked herself one final time. “I’m going back to work.” For the past three days, everything between her and Damien had been different. They had not suddenly become a perfect married couple, nor had the awkwardness between them completely disappeared. But something had changed. Damien no longer looked at her as though she were a mystery and Katie no longer felt as though she had to constantly protect herself from him. She
Damien looked at her injured hand before extending his own. “Give it to me.”Katie hesitated to stretch hers.“I’m not going to hurt you.” His calm voice made her finally loosen her fingers. She slowly placed her hand in his.Damien’s fingers closed around her wrist, supporting it without applying pressure. He opened the small container of healing powder and examined the cut across her palm.The sight of it made his expression tighten. “You did this because you were angry at me.”Katie immediately looked away. “It was an accident.”Damien opened the container and carefully took a small amount of the powder between his fingers. “Hold still.”Katie nodded.He gently brushed the powder over the injured area and the instant it touched the cut, a sharp sting shot through her palm.Katie flinched violently. “Ah!”Damien immediately stopped. “Sorry.” His eyes lifted toward hers, concern replacing the controlled expression he had been wearing.“I’m sorry,” he repeated more quietly. “It stings







