บททั้งหมดของ A Night with Mr. Stranger : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

SOPHIA’S POVDamon has been different lately. I noticed quite some changes in him ever since he regained his memory. At first, I thought he was back to being a chameleon. But, he hasn't changed his positive attitude towards everyone since then. The way he had been staring at me as well. I just hoped he would continue being this way.I've been doing my best to satisfy his persistence of me preparing his meal. I had begun watching YouTube videos on how to prepare some international meals, and I'm glad he always thanks me for the meals. Every. Single. Time.That wasn’t the Damon I married, or signed a contract with, rather. It was someone new. And honestly, I hoped this version would stay.When he’d asked me to join him in his room “for work,” I had a feeling it wasn’t about files or emails, because we hardly talk business at home. But I still went.I knocked once and, finding the door open, stepped in.“I’m here, sir,” I said, unsure of what to expect.He was on the sofa, typing someth

DAMON’S POVI was delighted that Sophia liked the necklace I got her. I’d been jogging that same route for years, yet I’d never noticed the big store tucked away down the lane until today. On a whim, I went in and picked something out for her. A small gesture to show her that I hadn’t tricked her into being intimate with me. I just wanted to feel her warmth.By afternoon, I got done with my work on the laptop, letting out a tired yawn. "You should take a break, sir," Sophia suggested, sitting beside me in the living room as she peeled an orange.I looked at her, uncertain about my feelings. I couldn’t quite understand why I was acting so affectionately toward her. Part of me thought I might be experiencing a genuine change of heart, while another part believed I was only treating her this way because I’d learned she was the one who came through for me the day Sharon ended things with me. And for that, I wanted to treat her kindly.‘She's a perfect woman.’ My inner voice mumbled. I

SOPHIA'S POVDamon had given me the task of taking care of Sharon today, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Why me? Why did I have to be the one to look after her?Before leaving for work this morning, he had asked the workers to clean up one of the guest rooms upstairs and made sure Sharon moved there. Because she spent the night in his room.Of course, Damon hadn’t stayed in his room. He had slept in his study. As much as I tried to deny it, I was still feeling elated for boldly telling Sharon that I was Damon's wife last night. But after I went to give her some of my clothes, I saw a mix of sadness and bitterness in her eyes. She was surely not happy that Damon had moved on.She should be sad actually if she was indeed kidnapped like she claimed, because she would feel betrayed that Damon didn't search for her. But, who would? When all evidence pointed at her to have sent the text, and stole from him. ‘Wait, Am I jealous?’“C’mon, Sophy!” I laughed at myself. Why would I b

DAMON'S POV I stood frozen on the stairs as Sharon’s words echoed in my head.“A… daughter?”She looked desperate, her eyes pleading for me to believe her. “Yes. She’s ours. I had her while I was held captive. I never got the chance to tell you.”The silence between us stretched on, thick and suffocating. I didn’t know whether to scream, question her, or run upstairs.When I finally broke the silence, I returned to stand in front of her. “Do you think you can make me believe you by telling me yet another lie that we have a kid together?” I raged.Her face twisted in pain as I shook her shoulders. “No, Damon. She’s your child,” She cried, “Please, let go of my shoulders. You’re hurting me.”I hesitated for a moment, and then released her, my anger boiling just below the surface.She lowered her voice, continuing, “About three months into my captivity, I discovered I was pregnant. I tried to hurt myself and abort it because I couldn’t let someone else join me in that hell, but they sto

DAMON'S POV“She’s mute?” I asked again, almost as a whisper.“Yes, Mr. Graham,” Doctor Stone replied. “She is.”I sank onto the nearest bench, the weight of his words pressed down on me like a stormcloud. My fists clenched on my lap.“Can she be cured?” I asked, barely looking up.“It’s possible. If it’s due to shock and trauma, then yes, she might recover her speech over time,” he explained. “But…” he paused.“But what?” I raised my head.“There’s also a sixty percent chance that she’s been mute since birth.”“What?” I blinked. “Are you saying… she may have always been like this?”“It’s a possibility. We can only be certain after reviewing the tests we’ve conducted.” His tone was gentle, but his words hit hard.“Alright… thanks, Doc.” I reached out and shook his hand. He nodded and walked toward his office.Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hesitated before answering.“Mr. Graham,” came Mr. Brownlow’s voice. “Apologies, sir. We couldn’t locate the criminals.”I closed my ey