Semua Bab Owned by the Cold Ceo: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lena’s POVI was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing through my hair slowly, trying to quiet my mind. It didn’t work, I still thought about the garden, the way he had walked with me without rushing, asking questions and listening.He’s changing, I thought or maybe I’m the one changing?My chest tightened. I didn’t know which scared me more.The sudden knock on my door startled me.Before I could answer, the door opened slightly, and Damian stepped inside.He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and dark slacks. He looked softer this way. My pulse jumped.“Am I disturbing?” he asked, his voice low and calm.I shook my head quickly. “No. Not at all.”His eyes moved briefly to the cup of warm milk on my nightstand. “Can’t sleep?”“Not yet,” I admitted. “Sometimes it helps to drink milk first.”He nodded once, then walked in and pulled out the chair near my vanity.I set my brush down and folded my hands on my lap, unsure what to do with myself.After a moment,

Lena’s POVI and Kate went to the boutique to shop for babies clothes, the place smelled faintly of lavender and clean cotton, there were racks of pastel baby clothes arranged so neatly it felt like stepping into a dream. I was to drawn to the tiny shoes on display, they were so small they could fit the palm of my hand.Kate clasped her hands together. “Lena, look at this!” She snatched a yellow romper with tiny ducks embroidered on the chest and held it up like a trophy. “Tell me this isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”l laughed. “It is adorable but what if it’s a boy? He’ll hate me forever for putting him in ducks.”Kate raised her brow in challenge. “Please. Boys in ducks are cute. Besides, I bet Damian will insist on putting him in tiny suits and ties anyway. A mini-CEO in the making.”I giggled at the image, shaking my head. “Don’t even put that idea in his head. He’ll actually do it.”Kate bumped her shoulder into mine, eyes twinkling. “Can you imagine? Damian Blackwell,

Damian’s POVThe sound of tires screeching and the echo of sirens still rang in my head long after the man had been caught. My first thought wasn’t the bastard in custody. It was her.Lena.I stormed back into the boutique. The guards had already secured the area, clearing out the remaining customers. Kate stood beside her, rubbing her shoulder gently. Lena’s hands clutched her bag tight, her knuckles were pale and when her eyes found me, relief and fear collided in them all at once.“Are you hurt?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, edged with the remnants of rage.She shook her head but her lips trembled. “No… I’m fine.”I didn’t believe her. I walked closer to her, I cupped her face with both of my hands. Her skin was cool and her body was trembling slightly. “Look at me,” I said softly. Her eyes lifted to mine. “He didn’t touch you?”“No.” Her voice cracked. “But… Damian, he was just standing there…watching. I…” She swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “What if—”“Don’t,”

Lena’s POVWe were already at the mansion. Kate sat cross-legged on the sofa beside me, munching on a bag of chips she’d picked up on her way here.“You’re too tense, Lena,” she said, brushing crumbs from her dress. “You keep staring at the clock like a worried wife.”I exhaled shakily and rubbed my palms over my knees. “Because I am a worried wife, Kate. He hasn’t called since he just left.”Kate tilted her head, studying me. “Damian’s not the type to fall apart under pressure, whatever’s going on, he’s handling it. That man screams control.”“Exactly,” I murmured. “He’s always in control but earlier, I saw something in his eyes was anger. No, more than anger, it was rage.”I pressed a hand protectively over my belly. The baby fluttered lightly, almost as if sensing my unease.Kate nudged me with her shoulder. “Hey. Don’t do that thing where you spiral into the worst scenarios.”I tried to smile but my lips trembled. “I can’t help it.”Then I heard the sound of the door opened, I lo

Lena’s POVAfter dinner, Damian went into his study, leaving me to go back to my room. I wasn’t sure why but I stayed by the window longer than usual, staring at the garden bathed in silver moonlight. The shadows stretched long across the grass, bending and shifting with the breeze, and for a second, my heart skipped.It felt like something was watching.I shook the thought away. It’s just my mind playing tricks again, I told myself. With everything that had happened lately, maybe paranoia was starting to live inside me.I closed the curtains and climbed the bed, one of my hand instinctively resting against my stomach. The baby was quiet tonight but I found myself whispering softly anyway.“Stay safe for me, okay?” My voice was low, almost fragile. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I believed it.I turned off the light and lay on my side, staring at the faint glow of the city seeping through the curtains. My mind kept replaying everything: the bouti