A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Blaire hummed softly as she adjusted her blouse in front of the mirror. The reflection staring back at her no longer seemed as weary. The days had been kinder lately, and her excitement for her new position at the Smith family firm gave her a sense of pride she hadn’t felt in years. More importantly, the chance to work closely with Damien gave her days a special meaning she wasn’t ready to admit even to herself.“Ready to head out?” her mother, called from the living room.Blaire stepped into the room, her smile bright. “Almost! Is Maria joining us?”“She’s meeting us there,” Mrs Taylor replied, tying a light scarf around her neck. Her health had improved remarkably after following the doctor’s advice and taking her medication regularly. The improvement brought a lightness to her steps, a sight that filled Blaire with gratitude.The small family walked to their favorite local eatery, a cozy spot with wooden tables set up under the stars. The scent of freshly grilled skewers and steami

The piercing cry startled everyone in the house. Rachel, who was reading in her room, jumped from her bed and ran toward his room. Mr. Smith, sitting in his study, rushed up the stairs, his stern expression softening into concern. A few servants hesitated in the hallway, unsure whether to approach.Rachel was the first to burst into the room. “Damien!” she called, her voice panicked as she saw her brother slumped on the floor.Mr. Smith entered moments later, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. “What’s going on?”Damien glanced up at them, his eyes bloodshot and glossy. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his slurred speech betrayed him. “Just a bad day.”Rachel knelt beside him, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Damien, this isn’t fine. Talk to us.”“I said I’m fine!” he snapped, but his voice cracked, and his façade crumbled.Rachel exchanged a worried look with their father. “Help me get him to the bed,” she whispered.Mr. Smith nodded, and together, they lifted Damien from the floor.

Blaire arrived at work the next morning, her mind still swirling with the events of the previous day. Damien's words echoed in her ears, and the tenderness of his embrace lingered in her thoughts. She had left his car with so many unanswered questions, yet something inside her told her that this wasn’t the end. She had never expected this shift in their relationship, but here they were, tangled in a web of emotions they both seemed reluctant to fully explore.As she entered the building, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Damien already seated in his office. He appeared to be engrossed in his work, his posture tense, but there was something about him—an unfamiliar softness in the way he carried himself that made her wonder if he, too, had been thinking about last night.Blaire took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and walked toward his office. She knocked lightly before entering, finding herself immediately aware of the weight of the unspoken words between them.“Good morning,

Damien stepped into the grand foyer of the mansion, the evening air clinging to him as he loosened his tie. The luxurious expanse of the Smith estate felt colder than usual, even with the lights illuminating the intricate details of the architecture. He sighed heavily, knowing his absence would stir questions. And as expected, he was met with Gina’s piercing gaze the moment he stepped into the sitting room.Rachel and Gina were seated on the plush couches, a spread of engagement party plans scattered on the coffee table before them. The air smelled faintly of scented candles, but the tension Gina exuded was almost palpable.The instant she saw him, Gina got up, her sharp features set in a frown. “Where on earth have you been, Damien?” she demanded, crossing her arms. Her voice carried a mix of frustration and hurt. “I went to your office. You weren’t there. I’ve been sitting here all day, working with Rachel, while you just disappeared!”Rachel, lounging back on the couch with a cup o

Back at her apartment, Blaire busied herself with small tasks, trying to ignore the nagging thought that Damien might still show up. As evening fell, her phone buzzed again.It was Damien."Yes?" she answered, trying to sound indifferent."Are you free for dinner?" he asked, his voice smooth and persuasive.Blaire hesitated. "Damien, I’m not sure""It’s not a date," he interrupted, a trace of amusement in his tone. "Just a meal. You’ve had a long day, and you need to eat properly."Blaire sighed. "Fine. But don’t make this a habit."Dinner was at a quiet restaurant tucked away from the city’s hustle. Damien had chosen it deliberately, wanting to avoid the prying eyes of the public.As they sat across from each other, the air between them felt lighter, almost casual. Damien asked about her plans for the baby, and Blair found herself opening up more than she expected."I just want to give my child the kind of stability I never had," she admitted, her voice soft.Damien nodded, his expre