《The Wife He Burned, The Queen Who Return 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

The first gunshot rang out, echoing sharply through the estate halls. Damian froze for just a moment, registering the sound, before sprinting toward the hidden exit with Silas in his arms. Evelyn followed immediately behind, clutching a flashlight that barely cut through the darkness. Every instinct screamed at Damian: protect Silas, protect Evelyn, survive. The masked intruders were moving quickly, coordinated, and professional but Damian was faster. Years of training, reflex, and cold calculation sharpened every step he took. He reached the wall behind the private study and pressed a hidden panel. A faint click. A section of the wall silently swung open, revealing a narrow tunnel just wide enough for them to squeeze through. “Quick!” Damian hissed, ushering Evelyn and Silas inside. The faint smell of aged wood and oil filled the narrow passage, the tunnel twisting slightly downward before leveling. Silas shivered, instinctively burrowing closer into Damian’s chest. “Da

Morning arrived quietly in the safehouse. Soft sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, stretching across the wooden floor in pale golden lines. Outside, the forest was calm, the wind moving gently through the tall trees. Inside the small cabin, everything felt strangely peaceful. Almost normal. Damian woke first. Years of disciplined routines made it impossible for him to sleep late, especially under pressure. His eyes opened slowly as the light filtered into the bedroom. For a moment, he didn’t move. Because Evelyn was sleeping beside him. Her back was turned toward him, her dark hair spread across the pillow. One arm rested loosely over the blanket, her breathing slow and even. For the first time in years, they had spent the night in the same room. In the same bed. Nothing had happened. But the closeness alone had stirred memories Damian had buried long ago. He quietly sat up. The floor creaked softly beneath his feet as he stepped out of the room. Silas’s bedroom

The safehouse had gone quiet again. Silas had fallen asleep early after an exhausting day. The stress of the attack, the long escape through the forest, and the strange new surroundings had finally caught up with him. Now the small cabin rested in silence. Only the soft crackling of the fireplace filled the living room. Evelyn sat on the couch, trying to read through some of the documents Damian had brought with him, but her attention kept drifting. Something felt off. Not outside. Inside. She looked toward the kitchen. Damian stood at the counter, his back to her. Too still. Too quiet. “Damian.” No response. “Damian.” He turned slightly this time. “Yes?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.” “I’m thinking.” “You’re bleeding.” Damian glanced down automatically. A dark stain had spread slowly across the side of his shirt. He sighed. “It’s nothing.” Evelyn stood up immediately. “Nothing doesn’t soak through fabric.” “It’s just a graz

The forest grew quiet after sunset. By the time darkness settled around the safehouse, the trees outside had turned into tall shadows swaying slowly in the wind. A small fire crackled inside the cabin, casting warm orange light across the living room walls. Silas had fallen asleep early again. The day’s exploring had exhausted him. Damian had carried him to bed an hour earlier, and now the house was still. Evelyn sat on the couch near the fireplace, staring into the flames. Her thoughts refused to settle. Behind her, she heard Damian moving in the kitchen. A moment later he walked into the living room carrying two cups. “Tea,” he said quietly. She accepted the cup. “Thank you.” He sat in the armchair across from her. For a while, neither of them spoke. The fire shifted with a soft crack. Outside, the wind moved gently through the trees. Evelyn stared into her tea for several seconds before finally asking, “Do you remember the hospital rooftop?” Damian looked up immedi

The cabin was quiet again. Outside, the forest had fallen into deep midnight stillness. The wind had calmed, leaving only the occasional creak of branches brushing against each other. Inside the safehouse, the fire had burned low. Soft amber light flickered across the living room. Evelyn and Damian still sat on the couch. Their hands were still linked. Neither of them had moved for several minutes. The moment stretched quietly between them. Evelyn stared down at their intertwined fingers as if she was still deciding whether this was a mistake. Her voice was soft. “This feels too easy.” Damian looked at her. “Nothing about this has been easy.” “You know what I mean.” She slowly lifted her eyes. “For five years I told myself I hated you.” “I know.” “I told myself you didn’t deserve forgiveness.” “I probably didn’t.” “And now we’re sitting here like none of it happened.” Damian’s voice was calm. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” He hesitated before answ