Liz couldn’t sleep, so she went to Damien’s library, knowing very well he wouldn’t be in the bedroom with his wife. As expected, he was working. He didn’t even look up or acknowledge her when she came in. “Hey, Daddy, what are you doing?” “Working.” Still not looking at her. Liz stood beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tensed up immediately, and it took a while for him to relax. She’d never seen him like this before. And all of this over a simple visit from his nephew. “What are you so worried about?” “It’s my problem to solve.” “Yes, but I’ll gladly give you a listening ear.” He shook his head. Liz sighed and turned her gaze to the papers on his desk. They weren’t in English, so she couldn’t understand the context. Thinking about it, this wasn’t like any language she’d seen. “Why is it so easy for you to fuck me, but not tell me anything?” “Don’t do that.” “Do what exactly? You mean say the truth? You’re just so damn difficult, Damien. It’s exhausting.”
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