《His Mate, My Spy》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Damien woke later than usual that morning.For a moment he remained lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while the soft light of the early sun filtered through the curtains. His mind was still half caught between sleep and the memory of the previous evening.The dinner.The quiet conversation.The way Emily had looked at him when she thanked him at the top of the stairs.A faint smile touched his face before he finally pushed the blanket aside and sat up.The house was already awake when he walked downstairs. The distant sounds of movement in the kitchen and the faint smell of fresh coffee drifted through the hallway.Damien stepped into the dining room and stopped.Emily was already there.She sat at the table with a cup of coffee beside her and a plate of breakfast in front of her. Sunlight from the tall windows fell across the table, catching the soft strands of her hair as she looked down at the newspaper she was pretending to read.Damien raised an eyebrow.“Well,” he said lightl

Emily sat on the edge of her bed, still wearing the same clothes she had worn to the lunch meeting earlier that afternoon. The evening had already settled over Damien’s estate, and the quiet inside the house felt almost unnatural after the events of the day. From somewhere outside, she could hear the faint sound of water flowing through the garden fountain, steady and calm, as if nothing in the world had changed.But Emily’s mind refused to be calm.Her thoughts kept circling back to the same moment.She leaned back slightly against the headboard and stared ahead, her eyes unfocused as she replayed the scene again in her memory. She could see the private dining room clearly as if she were still standing inside it. The businessman’s furious face, red wine dripping down his expensive suit. The shocked silence that had followed when the glass left her hand. And Damien walking into the room just in time to witness everything.Emily closed her eyes slowly.She could still hear his voice.T

The road leading into the forest was narrow and almost invisible beneath the thick shadows of the trees. Damien slowed the car as the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating patches of gravel and fallen leaves scattered across the path. The city lights had disappeared miles behind him, replaced by the quiet stillness of the mountains.He drove the last stretch without turning on the interior lights, the way he always did when coming here. The cabin appeared slowly between the tall pine trees, its wooden walls barely visible in the dim glow of a single lamp hanging above the porch.Damien parked the car a short distance away and stepped out, closing the door quietly behind him. The night air was colder here than in the city. A faint wind moved through the branches above, making the forest whisper softly.He walked toward the cabin, his footsteps steady and unhurried.When he reached the door, he paused briefly before pushing it open.Inside, the cabin was warm.A small fire b

Emily woke up slowly, the pale light of morning filtering through the curtains and settling gently across the room. For a few seconds she simply lay still beneath the blanket, staring at the ceiling while her mind tried to catch up with the new day.Then the memory returned.The kitchen.The fall.The kiss.Emily’s eyes widened slightly and she immediately turned her face into the pillow as if hiding from the thought.Her heart began to beat faster just remembering it.For a long moment she stayed there, half buried beneath the blanket, wondering if she had somehow imagined the entire thing. The scene replayed in her mind again -

The news of the gang leader’s death had almost been pushed to the back of Damien’s mind after what had happened with Emily the previous night. For a few brief hours, the warmth of the kiss they had shared had distracted him from the darker side of his life. The strange certainty he had felt when their lips touched had filled his thoughts so completely that everything else had faded into the background. But Morgan’s call that morning had pulled him sharply back to reality. The captain had not explained anything over the phone, yet Damien already knew why he wanted to meet. Something about the gang leader’s death did not make sense, and when Morgan sounded like that, it meant the situation was worse than what had appeared on the news. By the time Damien stepped into the bar, the quiet warmth of the morning had already been replaced by the familiar weight of the world he lived in.The bar was nearly empty at that hour. The smell of old wood and stale alcohol hung lightly in the air, and