บททั้งหมดของ He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I watched him get dressed from the bed, unapologetically, because I had stopped pretending I didn't.His wardrobe had quietly become half mine over the last few weeks. My skincare lived beside his on the bathroom counter. My books were stacked on his nightstand, his side of the closet, even the kitchen counter where he'd complained twice and done nothing about it."You're staring," he said, buttoning his cuff."I've stopped denying it.""That's concerning.""You survived disciplined observation. You'll survive this."I got up to help with his cufflinks, which he absolutely did not need help with. I had developed a habit of finding reasons to touch him that had nothing to do with necessity."I can dress myself," he said."I've seen the evidence. I remain unconvinced."I straightened his collar, then leaned in and kissed the skin just below it. He went still in a way that had nothing to do with composure and everything to do with losing it.I liked that. I liked it more than I probably

Damien kept reaching for my hand at every red light on the way home, which was not new, except that this time he seemed unable to stop looking at me while he did it."You're being strange," I said."My wife told me she loves me today.""You've mentioned that.""I haven't mentioned it nearly enough."I laughed and accused him of becoming completely unbearable now that he had confirmation."I've spent months trying not to presume anything," he said. "You'll have to forgive me a day of enjoying actual information."I realized, watching him, that this was the first time he'd let himself react to being loved without immediately reining it back in. He'd spent so long careful not to assume too much that he'd never let himself simply be pleased.At home, he was different in small, constant ways. He kissed me whenever I passed within reach. His hand found my waist without thinking about it. When I stretched for a glass on the top shelf, he came up behind me, technically helping, mostly just fi

We agreed at breakfast that we were both going to be productive. I had emails to answer, a Stage Zero report to review, actual work waiting for me. Damien had a full afternoon of calls.That lasted about an hour.I walked into his study for a legitimate reason, some file I actually needed, and found him mid-negotiation, voice low and even, entirely in the mode where he became someone other people were afraid of. I meant to grab the file and leave.He looked up at me instead of continuing, just for a second, and something about that look, so soon after yesterday's photo booth, undid my plan completely.I should have left. I sat on the edge of his desk instead.He gave me a warning glance and kept talking into the phone. I smiled and ran my fingers along his collar. His hand caught my wrist, silent, immediate.I mouthed, "What?"His eyes answered that perfectly well.I kissed his cheek. Then his jaw. He kept speaking, steady and professional, but I caught the half-second pause before hi

I caught him watching me in the mirror while I put in my earrings, and assumed it was the dress. "You're staring.""I am.""The dress?""No." He paused, considering me properly before he answered. "You look beautiful. That's not what I was looking at. Months ago you used to dress like you were preparing to survive a room. Today you look like you already know you belong in it."I laughed it off, mostly because I was too nervous to sit with it properly, and told him if he made me cry before I'd even finished my makeup, I'd hold him personally responsible.The luncheon was mine, mine and Claire's, months of work behind it, and Damien had been invited entirely separately, in his own name, for his own reasons. He wasn't there because I needed him there. He was there because he wanted to be. I still expected the room to reorganize around him the moment we walked in, the way rooms always did, but when a board member cornered him near the entrance to talk business, Damien glanced toward the f

Damien missed the question entirely, which was how I knew something had already gone wrong for him that evening, in the best possible way.A man beside him, someone from the board of a shipping conglomerate I'd met exactly once, had just asked him something about quarterly logistics. Damien was looking at me instead, across the room, with an expression far too unguarded for a man who usually treated his own face like classified information. It took the man repeating the question twice before Damien even registered he'd been spoken to."Sorry. Say that again."I bit back a smile and turned toward the nearest waiter, pretending an intense interest in canapés I had no intention of eating, pleased with myself for reasons I had no plans of explaining to anyone.He found me twenty minutes later near the drinks table, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him before he said anything."Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, low enough that only he could hear it over the noi