LOGINChapter Two Hundred and Thirty EightThe table between them wasn’t large, but it didn’t feel crowded either.Just enough space to sit across from each other without pressure, without the kind of closeness that demanded anything more than what they were ready to give.Aria adjusted slightly in her seat, her hands resting lightly on the table as she glanced around the restaurant. It was calm, just as it had looked from outside. Low conversations, soft background music, nothing distracting.It suited her.And somehow, he had known that.When she looked back at him, Damien was already watching her—not in a way that made her uncomfortable, but like he was paying attention. Really paying attention.Not to impress.Not to perform.Just… to understand.“Do you come to places like this often?” he asked after a moment, his tone casual.Aria shook her head slightly. “Not really. Work usually takes most of my time.”He nodded, like that answer mattered more than it seemed on the surface.“What ki
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty SevenShe didn’t expect the car.When they stepped out of the guest inn and into the evening, her eyes landed on the sleek black Lamborghini parked just ahead, its polished surface catching the soft glow of the streetlights. It stood out—not in a loud, flashy way, but in a quiet kind of confidence that didn’t need attention to be noticed.Aria paused for a second.Not because she hadn’t seen cars like that before.But because she hadn’t expected him to bring it.Damien seemed to notice the slight shift in her expression, though he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he walked ahead naturally, reaching for the passenger door and opening it for her without hesitation. The gesture was simple, almost instinctive, like it didn’t require effort or thought.“After you,” he said, his tone calm, a small smile resting on his lips.Aria looked at him briefly, then at the car again, before stepping forward and getting in. There was a slight hesitation in her movement—not
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty SixDamien hadn’t felt this way in a long time.He turned slightly, looking toward where his father sat, calm as always, like nothing in the world could rush him.“Where do you think she’d prefer, Dad?” Damien asked, his tone carrying a quiet urgency he didn’t bother hiding.Richard Greyson glanced at him, taking in the energy before responding.“She’s a simple young lady,” he said thoughtfully. “Aria wouldn’t like exaggerated places. Somewhere simple. Convenient. Not five-star restaurants. Not anything that feels like you’re trying too hard.”Damien nodded immediately, like he was already adjusting his thoughts to fit that.“Noted,” he said, almost to himself. Then he paused, running a hand lightly through his hair. “I don’t really know places around here.”That part came out more honestly than anything else he had said.Richard let out a small, knowing smile, leaning back slightly in his chair.“I do,” he said.Damien looked at him again, more attentiv
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty FiveDamien hadn’t planned to come back.He told himself it was nothing.Still, he found himself standing outside the guest inn again.Not waiting.Not exactly.Just… there.He stepped inside after a moment, his gaze moving around briefly, already knowing what he was looking for even if he hadn’t admitted it out loud. The receptionist looked up, offering a polite smile, but the answer came before he even needed to ask.“She checked out this morning.”The words were simple.Straightforward.And for a second, he just stood there, nodding once like he understood, like it didn’t matter more than it should.“Thank you,” he said quietly before turning away.There was no frustration in his expression as he stepped back outside, no visible reaction that drew attention. But something in him settled differently, like he had expected more time without realizing it.He adjusted his steps, heading back toward the street, his hands slipping into his pockets as his tho
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty FourAria didn’t feel rushed that morning.Everything about her movements carried a quiet sense of completion, like she had already made peace with leaving before she even stepped out of the room. Her suitcase sat closed by the door, neatly packed, nothing forgotten, nothing left behind in a careless way. She had taken her time with it, folding each piece of clothing with the same steady focus she had carried through the past few days.Canada had been… something.Not overwhelming. Not dramatic.Just something that had shifted more than she expected.Still, she wasn’t holding on to it. At least, that was what she told herself.By the time she checked out of the guest inn, everything felt simple again. The receptionist gave her a polite smile, wished her a safe trip, and she returned it just as calmly before stepping outside to wait for the taxi.The air was cooler than usual, carrying that faint sharpness that came before a change in weather. She noticed
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty ThreeFrom the balcony, the view was clear, calm in a way that didn’t demand anything from anyone standing there.Damien leaned slightly against the railing, his gaze fixed ahead, but not really focused on anything specific. Beside him, Richard Greyson sat comfortably, one arm resting on the chair, watching his son in that knowing way he always did when Damien was trying to sort through something he couldn’t easily say out loud.For a while, neither of them spoke.Damien exhaled slowly before finally breaking it.“She listened, Dad,” he said, his voice calm but carrying something deeper beneath it. “But you know that look… when someone has already made peace with letting you go.”He paused briefly, his eyes lowering for a second before lifting again toward the city.“That’s what she gave me.”Richard didn’t respond immediately. He studied Damien for a moment, taking in not just what he said, but how he said it.“You handled it well,” he said after a whil
Chapter Forty SixSuzan locked herself inside the store room and pressed her back against the wooden shelf. The wood was rough against her skin, but she didn’t move. Buckets were stacked beside her, cartons of soap and disinfectant piled carelessly, a mop leaning against the wall like it had been a
Chapter Forty EightDamien’s phone rang for the first time that night.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his injured arm resting carefully against his side. He hadn’t even bothered to lie down. Sleep wasn’t coming. It never did anymore. His thoughts kept running in circles, always ending at th
Chapter Forty Seven Dinner was supposed to be calm.That was what Aria hoped for as she took her seat at the long dining table. The plates were arranged neatly, every glass placed where it should be. The cutlery shined under the chandelier, untouched, waiting. The house was quiet in that careful w
Chapter Forty ThreeThe head guard’s voice echoed through the staff courtyard, sharp enough to make everyone stiffen where they stood.“Who amongst you snitched and told Clara Johnson the hospital Damien was kept?!”All the staff froze. No one moved. No one breathed. Their eyes shifted from one ano





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