[Maria]Damian barely took his eyes off his phone throughout dinner. Every now and then he typed something, or stepped out briefly to make a call. It wasn’t like him to do that after coming home from work.And whenever he came back, he would explain himself even if I didn’t ask.“Just work stuff.”Which was also unlike him.He finished dinner quickly. I found myself too busy observing his every move to enjoy the food the maid had prepared. There was an unpleasant feeling in my chest, something that made me restless.Cedar Alley Books.I’d heard him mutter the name earlier, even though he tried to make it seem like nothing.I had a feeling he was planning something.I watched him pick up and put down his phone over and over again, brows furrowed, forehead creased. Whenever he noticed me looking, he would glance back with a faint smile. Eventually he excused himself early, saying he was tired and wanted to sleep.Damian probably already realized I was terrible at reading expressions, bu
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