تسجيل الدخولI held onto Damian, even though for a fleeting second, I didn't even know what to say.My only concern was that I couldn't bear the thought of him misunderstanding me.“Arabella?” His deep voice gently pulled me out of my thoughts.“Do you... are you having second thoughts?” I blurted out, unable to hold it back. “I mean, are you seeing me differently now because of those pictures?”Damian studied me closely, his expression shifting into one of mild disbelief, as if my question were entirely absurd.“No,” he answered instantly, his gaze unyielding. “I will never see you differently, Arabella.”“Then why were you leaving? You said you believed me. I only rushed out to meet him because he claimed he was in my mom's ward. She just suffered a relapse, and I couldn't risk him saying anything to trigger her.”“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry,” he quickly explained, his demeanor shifting. “I just didn't want to do something reckless—something I’d ultimately regret. I was scared I’
Damian saw my widened eyes and raised his brows. "Is something wrong?""No," I hurriedly shook my head, dropping my gaze.*Did he usually do things like this with other women?*The thought left a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. But for some reason, I quickly shook it off—I refused to let unnecessary, petty jealousy spoil the rare peace of this evening.For the next few minutes, I focused on tasting the dishes. Whenever a flavor surpassed my expectations, a genuine spark of delight lit up my eyes.Damian noticed, his voice softening. "Are the meals really that good?"My movements paused, and the brightness in my eyes dimmed just a fraction.It hit me then—every single dish on this table happened to be my absolute favorite. With Ethan, I had always spent my time cooking what *he* liked, completely losing sight of my own preferences over the years. I had forgotten what it felt like to have someone care about what I enjoyed."Ever since my mom got sick, no one has ever sat down and share
Arabella's POV "He is swamped with urgent files back at headquarters. He already left," Damian replied."Oh—kay," I drawled, my heart skipping a beat at the realization that it would be just Damian and me alone in this massive penthouse.As if on cue, Damian took off his overcoat and hung it neatly on the rack in the hallway. He then slowly removed the exquisite obsidian cufflinks from his wrists with effortless grace; watching him was an absolute feast for the eyes.Tessa’s words from the past suddenly replayed in my mind: *“A man is at his sexiest when he's taking off or putting on his clothes.”*Back then, I had just laughed it off. But right now, watching him slip his cufflinks into his coat pocket and tug at his tie, I felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks.Before I even realized what I was doing, I stepped closer to him. Pointing at his hand gripping the tie, I said softly, "Let me do it."Damian's lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't say a word, but the crease between his
Damian didn't answer.If anything, his dark eyes darkened further, firmly locked onto mine like a predator pinning its prey.Startled by the sheer intensity in his gaze, I instinctively tried to step backward, only to realize my spine was already pressed flush against the entryway wall. There was nowhere left to run.Damian closed the remaining inch between us. His large, warm hand clamped tightly around my waist, pulling me securely against his chest until every angle of my body was molded against his.For a fleeting, terrifying moment, his chest felt so impossibly warm that a dangerous part of me wanted to give up—to bury my face in the lapel of his suit and simply remain cradled in his arms forever."Boss?" Jake's hesitant, muffled voice suddenly filtered in from behind the door, snapping me out of trance.I stiffened in his grip, my hands coming up to push against his chest as I tried to wriggle free, but Damian didn't budge a single millimeter."Jake is standing outside," I whisp
"A kiss from you?" I scoffed, forcing a cold, mocking laugh to coat the sickening dread in my throat. "The only thing I felt when your lips touched mine was disgust. Don't touch me with the same mouth you use on your mistress. It’s filthy."Ethan’s eyes flared, his pupils dilating with pure rage."Filthy?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a lethal hiss. "Are you honestly telling me you never want me to touch you again?"I stared at him as if he had completely lost his mind. "Why on earth would I want you anywhere near me?! Our marriage is dead, Ethan! I want a divorce," I hissed, leaning closer, every word laced with poison. "When are you going to get that through your thick, narcissistic skull?"Ethan stared at me for a beat before throwing his head back in a harsh, cruel bark of laughter."Do you seriously think I wanted to kiss you? Do you think I have ever genuinely wanted to sleep with you?" he sneered, leaning in until his dark eyes pinned me to the spot. "In our three yea
I approached my mother on shaky legs, my eyes wildly searching her face for any sign that her heart was failing under the stress."Mom," I called out softly as I reached her, wrapping my arms around her frail frame and carefully helping her step back into the room.I guided her toward the bed, my hands trembling as I helped her sit down and propped up her pillows so she could lean back comfortably."Are you all right?" I asked, my voice tight with suppressed fear once she was settled.My mother studied my face intently, her weary eyes taking in every detail. "Were you crying, Arabella?"I forced a tiny, reassuring smile and shook my head. "No, Mom. Just something in my eye on the walk up. I'm fine."A massive wave of relief washed over me as I realized she hadn't overheard my words in the corridor.I could feel Ethan's suffocating presence right behind me. He had sauntered into the ward after us, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed.I turned around, meeting his gaze.
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