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“Is it okay for your guests to see me here?”

I could feel his gaze on me as I stood there, waiting for an answer to my question. The silence stretched on, and instead of a response, he just looked at me, taking in my tired appearance. Then, without a word, he headed to the coffee maker. I watched as he brewed two cups of coffee, and then he held one out to me. “Coffee?”

I shot him a look of disbelief. “Seriously? Victor, I just had a miscarriage, and you're offering me coffee?”

His eyes widened in realization, and he seemed flustered. “Sorry, I-I didn't know,” he stammered, almost dropping both cups, he then quickly poured them into the sink in his haste.

Both cups!

I gestured to the sink, shaking my head. “You didn't have to throw both cups – you know what? Forget it. Just answer my question.”

He hurriedly wiped his hands, apologizing repeatedly as he did so. I waited patiently, trying to keep my frustration in check as he fumbled around.

Finally, he spoke up. “I told Damon to leave