Semua Bab Owned by the Cold Ceo: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Damian’s POVThe morning sunlight cut through the curtains in narrow slants, spilling across the bed.Lena stirred beside me, her arm draped across her stomach, her face was turned toward me. Her breathing was soft, steady and peaceful. I lay still for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall.Then I carefully, I slipped out of bed. She moved faintly, her fingers curling but she didn’t wake. I pulled the blanket higher around her, covering the curve of her shoulder, then forced myself to leave the room.Downstairs, the house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air-conditioning. I went into the study, my usual refuge when my head refused to stay quiet. I loosened my shirt collar and poured myself a black coffee. The bitter scent grounded me, even if it did nothing to untangle my thoughts.I tried to focus on the files spread across the desk the Singapore expansion, numbers and reports but every line blurred. None of it mattered if my family wasn’t safe.Then my phone buzzed sh

Lena’s POVAfter lunch with Kate, I went back to the mansion. The note Damian left for me stayed with me all afternoon.I had tucked it into my pocket after seeing itbut even as I walked through the halls of the mansion, I found myself taking it out again, smoothing the small square of paper flat with my fingers.Eat something before I get back.No one had ever cared in such small, simple ways before. People had shouted at me to eat, scolded me for forgetting. But Damian? He just… left a note not because he had to, not because anyone told him to but because he thought of me.And that’s when it hit me.Damian was always the one doing things for me. He protected me, fed me, even carried me when I couldn’t walk. He gave, gave, gave and what had I ever given him in return?I wanted to to something for him, something that wasn’t planned by his staff or arranged by his wealth. Something real.I stood quickly, pulse racing with an idea, and then I made my way toward the kitchen.The moment

Damian’s POVThe scent of roasted garlic and basil still lingered in my memory, even though it had been nearly twenty-four hours since Lena’s surprise dinner.It wasn’t the food itself, I’d eaten in the best restaurants in the world, tasted dishes that cost more than some people’s rent. It wasn’t even the wine she had carefully chosen, or the way she nervously asked the maid if she’d “gotten it right.”It was her.The way she had peeked at me while I tasted the food, holding her breath, waiting for my reaction. The way her lips curved into a shy smile when I told her it was good. The way she sat across from me, trying to hide her excitement behind a composed face but failing miserably.That dinner wasn’t just food,It was care and effort. Something she had done only for me.And it had undone me in ways I didn’t know how to explain.I sat behind my desk the next morning, staring at a pile of contracts I hadn’t touched in an hour. The city skyline gleamed through the glass wall, sharp an

Lena’s POV(Months later)My back ached as I shifted on the hospital chair. I pressed a hand to my belly, breathing slowly. The baby moved, a little kick that made me smile even though I was tired.Damian sat beside me, he was quite but close, his was hand resting on my knee. He hadn’t looked away from me since we walked into the clinic.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded. “Just a little uncomfortable, he’s been moving a lot today.”His eyes flicked to my stomach. His jaw tightened, like every little thing worried him.“Maybe we should ask the doctor again,” he said. “If it’s normal.”I laughed softly. “It is normal, Damian. He’s just… letting me know he’s there.”Damian’s lips pressed into a line, he didn’t argue but he didn’t seem relaxed either.The nurse came out and called my name. Damian stood immediately, helping me up even though I told him I could manage. His hand stayed firm on my arm as we walked into the room.The doctor greeted us with a smile. “How are we today?”“Tired,” I

Lena’s POV The garden was calm, sunlight spilling through the leaves but I couldn’t sit still. My belly was heavy, my back ached and yet one thought kept circling my mind. Baby shopping. I turned to Damian, who sat beside me, one arm resting protectively along the back of the bench. “Damian?” “Yes?” His gaze shifted instantly to me, as if every word I said demanded his full attention. “I want to go baby shopping.” His brow lifted. “Baby shopping?” “Yes.” I nodded eagerly. “Clothes, stroller, toys, bottles, blankets, everything. We don’t have anything yet, except the few baby clothes I and Kate got before.” He looked at my belly, then back at me. “Lena, you’re heavily pregnant, walking around stores, being on your feet… it’s going to be exhausting. I can have everything delivered here by tomorrow.” I frowned. “That’s not the same.” His expression softened slightly but I pressed on before he could object. “Damian, I want to see the clothes myself, I want to pick the toys and i