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37. All At Once.

Author: Merra Gischan
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-21 12:34:58

DAMON’S POV

The office looked the same.

Same glass. Same steel. Same people pretending to be more important than they were.

But something was off. Or maybe it was just me.

I sat behind the desk, flipping through reports I’d already read twice, trying to ground myself in numbers, logic, schedules—anything but the sight of her walking through the glass doors in the same top and skirt she wore in London.

She’d washed it. Pressed it. Worn it like it was armor.

I should’ve said something. I didn’t.

Instead, I stared too long.

Not because she looked bad. She didn’t. She looked… like herself.

That was the problem.

She still didn’t want to be touched by this life. Didn’t want to wear the clothes. Or the jewelry. Or let the staff curl her hair. She didn’t want the perks that came with the ring she was going to wear next month.

She was trying to keep herself intact. Untouched. Herself.

I could respect that.

Didn’t mean I liked it.

Didn’t mean I could concentrate, either.

The way we moved around
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