#Kaira's POVI closed the door behind me and walked to the car."Sorry I'm late," I said, bowing slightly.Vincent quickly responded with a respectful bow and opened the car door for me to enter.Soon, I got inside and repeated the apology in case he didn't hear because of the glass but had just responded to my bow in return."I was... sorry I'm late," I said.Vincent stared deeply at me for a second before saying, "No problem, ma'am," then tightened his seatbelt."You can drop the honorific. I mean... just call me by my name," I said in a whisper."I don't dare address you by that, not anymore." His response was curt."Sure," I replied in a whisper, nodding in response.His eyes were fixed on something, but not my face. My gaze followed his and found out he was staring at my watch.I slowly used my bag to cover the hand with the wristwatch on.He didn't say anything... perhaps he couldn't, and just faced forward.Why did I even hide it? I shouldn't be embarrassed with my supposed con
# Kaira's POVThe sound was muffled from outside.I stood quickly and let out a deep sigh before heading for my door.In the sitting room, I glanced toward Oliver’s room. It was quiet, no sign of movement. Maybe he was asleep.The sound came again, clearer now that I was closer to the front door. I placed my hand on the knob, ready to turn it, then paused."Let me see who it is. Vincent or someone else..." I whispered to myself.I leaned in and peeked through the peephole."It's Vincent," I mumbled after spotting the car and recognizing it.It was the same one he had brought the first time Damian sent him. Probably his own.I hurried to open the door and walked toward it. The front window rolled down as I reached the car."Good evening, ma'am," Vincent greeted politely, bowing his head.I smiled a little, awkward. I still wasn’t used to the way he spoke to me."Good evening..." I said softly, my eyes dropping to the ground.When I looked up, his gaze was fixed on me. He seemed... stun
# Kaira's POVOliver snapped, trying to hide the phone quickly, but it was too late as I had already witnessed it."Were you on a call with someone?" I asked an obvious question.His eyes flickered, his face twisted in confusion, and his whole body seemed tense.He started awkwardly. "I... I wasn't...""How did you get the phone?" I asked directly, cutting in."Is there something you’re hiding from me?" I added.Oliver shut his eyes tightly and stayed silent."Oliver," I whispered, urging him to answer.He rubbed the back of his head slowly.And then, "This?" he said. Finally opening his eyes and lifted the phone with a soft, defeated look."The truth is... I got it from my doctor." He said, awkwardly."Doctor Patel?" I asked."Then why do you guys keep it from me? And why would he just get you a phone? Do you know him before? Or does he?""No. I'm not sure, but maybe he knows me. He was extremely nice to me..."His voice faded into the background as my mind wandered to different poss
# Kaira's POVMy eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It ticked exactly to 3:00 PM.I let out a long sigh.I had been waiting restlessly for this day and barely got any sleep last night. After everything Oliver had told me about Damian and Sarah, how could I sleep? My supposed husband-to-be was engaged to another woman. I didn't have feelings for him, but my chest felt tight.I rubbed at my chest in slow circles, hoping it would ease the pressure inside.I mustn’t feel this way, not when I was about to face Damian. God, please help me.My face twisted with desperation.Last night before bed, I had almost forgotten about the things Jason and Camille bought from the market. I didn’t check until midnight because my mind had been too full. I remembered they’d left the brown leather bag near the couch in the sitting room.But when I went to check, it wasn’t there. I tried to think, over and over, and all I could remember was it sitting right where I stood now.My expression turned doubtf
# Kaira's POVMy mind reeled as I tried to wrap my head around the revelation, and I felt a pang of jealousy or hurt, unsure how to process my emotions.I glared at Oliver, demanding to know more about Sarah and Damian's relationship."Let me allow you to rest then. I'm also sleepy," he said, then took his gaze off me.I couldn't get more from him. If I pressed him to tell me more about it... I had already told him I had never heard of Damian before. It would feel strange to suddenly show interest in someone I claimed was a stranger to me.He turned his back on me and proceeded to the door.A creaking sound.He stepped out and closed the door behind him.I couldn't say anything... just standing there like a statue.I fell weakly onto the bed, processing my thoughts."But wait... why do I feel this way? Like a knot was twisted in my stomach because of Damian...? I have nothing for him, right?" I mumbled, asking myself, but no answer came.I had sworn in front of Damian at the hotel tha
# Kaira's POVOliver’s eyes flickered between me and the package on the floor, his brows lifting slightly in uncertainty."Huh?" he whispered, his gaze locked on me.I stayed silent, still frozen in shock."I…" I tried, but the words refused to form. My face twisted, caught between confusion and panic.Oliver stepped forward slowly. A step, then another. When he was about to reach me, I raised my hand to stop him."Stop."He halted instantly, unwilling to push me further."Is that him? Was it Damian James who sent this to you?" he asked softly, his eyes glinting with curiosity.My thoughts spun. How could Oliver know Damian’s name? How could someone who supposedly had amnesia know him?"Look, I’m just...""Who’s Damian James?" I cut in quickly, pretending not to understand. My brows pulled together as I lifted my chin, trying to mask the tremor in my voice."What? You don’t know him?" Oliver spoke quietly, but with disbelief."You’re right. I don’t. So how do you know this person?" I