Brewed For You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aria's night was anything but peaceful. She kept tossing and turning in bed all through, unable to find a position that was comfortable enough.Not because anything dramatic happened after dinner... Mila behaved herself,at least for majority of the night. Cole tried to play it cool but it was still obvious he was trying not to panic about fatherhood. Damian was a perfect gentleman safe for his little under the table stunt, which to be honest, Aria didn't mind.The only reason Aria wasn't able to fall asleep was because her own brain refused to shut up.Every time she closed her eyes, she kept replaying it:Damian’s thumb brushing her hand…going up her thigh...The way he said goodnight like it physically hurt him to depart from her…The way her body reacted even though she told herself she shouldn’t care… that she should be mad at him.So when morning came, her eyes were puffy, her hair a mess, and her mind felt like someone squeezed it into a tiny tin can.She looked like how she fel

Aria didn’t remember falling asleep.One moment she had been sitting on Cole’s couch, knees tucked to her chest, Mila rubbing slow circles on her back while Cole argued softly with someone on the phone in the hallway. The next moment, she blinked…and it was morning.Not even a peaceful morning.It was the kind of morning that felt heavy.The kind where your body wakes up before your mind does, like your nerves know something is wrong even before your thoughts catch up.Last night that seemed to have taken a good turn ended on a bad note. After Damian had left last night, she snuck back in. She wasn't feeling sleepy so she decided to just sit in the dark sitting room and surf her phone.Somehow, she did end up falling asleep on that couch. A deep sleep. One that she kept having the same terrible dream where the even from earlier at the cafe kept replaying itself. But instead, someone actually gets hurt each time. First it was Cole then it was Mila. Finally it was Damian and although al

It was normal for Aria to wake to silence.The kind where her thoughts become loud and everything else fades into the background. She was used to it at this point.But not this kind of silence.Not the warm, steady kind she woke up to now, it was the kind that came with the faint hum of the heater, the soft rustle of sheets, and the slow, measured breathing of the man asleep in the armchair across the room.Damian.He was slumped sideways, head tilted against the cushion, legs spread carelessly like he had been too exhausted to even pretend the chair was comfortable.He had stayed.All through the night too.Her chest tightened in a way she didn’t have a name for.No nightmare had dragged her awake. No jolt. No scream. She didn't get up to get a dip of water or use the restroom all through the night.Now it was morning… soft and quiet and safe.She sat up, pulling the blanket higher around her body, watching him for a moment that stretched longer than it should have. His face, usually

The entire office was a circus now.Everyone was either on the phone, at least for the phone still working, or assisting the Security officers in answeri h some questions.Damian just sat in the corner, completely in shock. His brain was still finding it hard to process what just happened. It still felt like a dream because not long ago he was walking to Cole's office and then a dull, concussive thump that rattled glass and stole the air from the room...sharp enough to silence the office floor in a single heartbeat.Then the screaming started.Damian didn’t register movement so much as instinct. He was already on his feet before the echo died, chair skidding back, heart slamming against his ribs like it knew before his mind did.He knew something was wrong.Very wrong.“Cole...” he started, already moving.Damian kept on shouting his name. Someone else shouted fire. Papers fluttered from desks like startled birds. The corridor filled with smoke that tasted metallic and wrong, crawling

Even though it felt like she closed her eyes, morning was already there. Of course, she did not experience a proper night sleep; it was more like a nap.Not too long eitherAria found herself lying in a bed that was not hers, surrounded by silk, and expensive silk, no less, with bedclothes and pillows that had a subtle scent of lavender. Above her was a tall ceiling, white with a gold border around the edges. The sun streaming through the curtains was gentle, as if it were afraid of disturbing her.Per luogo per momento, aveva dimenticato dove si trovava.And then it all came back.The hospital.Cole.“The Battle of Damian.”The black car.The photo.Her chest constricted.She sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around her like a shield. The room was beautiful in a way that made her uncomfortable. Everything was too neat. Too expensive. Too controlled.This was Richard’s house.She swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up, moving quietly across the thick carpet. The door swu