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Chapter 14: Quiet night, hidden secrets

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(Vivian’s POV)

The car ride home felt unusually quiet tonight. Damian drove with his usual calm precision, hands steady on the wheel, eyes focused on the road. I sat beside him, my fingers brushing against the edge of the leather seat, feeling the familiar pull of comfort and chaos that always came with being near him.

“Long day?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

He gave a short nod, his jaw tight. “Meeting ran late. Investors were… persistent.”

I smiled, letting my hand rest lightly on his arm. The warmth beneath his shirt made me want to reach for him, to hold onto something solid in a world that had been anything but.

When we reached the house, I noticed how still it felt. The evening lights in the living room cast a soft glow, painting long shadows across the floor. Damian hung up his coat, and I followed him inside, the quiet hum of the air conditioning filling the silence.

“Do you want anything to eat?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

He shook his head. “I’ll
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