Todos os capítulos de Married To The Forgotten Heir : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Oliver’s office was tucked at the end of a quiet hallway, smaller and less imposing than Aurora had expected for someone who seemed to carry so much unspoken authority. He gestured for her to sit, closing the door behind her with a soft click.“Thanks for coming in,” he said. “I know things have been strange lately.”“Strange is one word for it,” Aurora said, settling into the chair across from his desk.Oliver offered a small, apologetic smile. “I wanted to talk to you about something. A new project, actually. Something I think could be a good fit for you.”“I’m listening.”“It’s a small internal initiative,” Oliver said. “Supporting some executive-level projects directly. Design consulting, mostly, but with a broader creative scope than what you’ve been doing on individual client accounts.”Aurora felt a flicker of cautious interest, tempered immediately by the memory of how quickly her last “opportunity” …. the Ferrante account …. had been ripped away without explanation. “What kin

“Nothing,” Damien repeated, staring at the calendar like it might be lying to him. “Are you certain? No dinners, no board obligations, nothing my father’s assistant conveniently forgot to mention until Thursday?”“Completely empty,” Aurora confirmed. “I checked twice.”“That’s… unusual,” Damien said slowly, like he wasn’t entirely sure how to process the concept.“It’s called a free day, Damien. Most people have them regularly.”“I’m aware of the concept,” he said dryly. “I’ve simply never experienced one firsthand.”Aurora grinned. “Well, get ready, because I have plans.”Damien eyed her warily. “What kind of plans?”“Nothing dramatic,” Aurora said. “Groceries. Maybe a bookstore. A farmers market, if we’re feeling adventurous.”“That sounds…” he searched for the word, “ordinary.”“That’s the entire point,” Aurora said. “You’ve never done ordinary, have you?”Damien considered the question seriously, which told Aurora everything she needed to know before he even answered. “Not really.

“Were you jealous?” Aurora asked again, when he didn’t immediately answer.Damien exhaled slowly, leaning against the open car door instead of getting in right away. “Yes,” he said simply. “I was jealous.”Aurora blinked, surprised by the plain, uncomplicated honesty of it. “Just like that? No deflecting, no arguing semantics?”“I’ve decided arguing semantics with you is a losing strategy,” Damien said, a faint, wry smile tugging at his mouth. “You always win anyway.”“That’s very mature of you.”“I’m capable of growth,” he said dryly.Aurora studied him for a moment, something in his expression more open than she was used to seeing outside of their most private, unguarded moments together. “Can I ask you something else?”“Always.”“Why did it bother you so much?” she asked. “I mean, really. He was harmless. A little pushy, maybe, but harmless. It’s not like anything actually happened.”Damien was quiet for a long moment, considering the question with more weight than she’d expected.

“Don’t say that,” Aurora said softly, tightening her grip on his hand.Damien’s eyes fluttered, still heavy with exhaustion, but he stayed awake, watching her. “Say what?”“That you don’t deserve me being here,” Aurora said. “You keep saying things like that, and I don’t understand where it comes from.”“You don’t know everything,” Damien murmured, his voice rough with fatigue.“Then tell me,” Aurora said gently. “Whatever it is you’re carrying, you don’t have to hold it alone. Not with me.”Damien was quiet for a long moment, his gaze drifting somewhere past her, toward the pale morning light creeping through the curtains. She watched his jaw work, watched something visibly struggle behind his tired eyes …. the same careful walls she’d learned to recognize over months of marriage, cracking just slightly under the weight of exhaustion and whatever guilt still lingered from his fevered mutterings hours earlier.“There’s something….” he started, voice barely above a whisper.Aurora lean

Damien reached back and silenced the phone without looking at it, but the moment had already shifted, the fragile openness from a few seconds earlier visibly retreating behind something more guarded.“Sorry,” he said. “You were saying….”“No,” Aurora said gently. “You were saying something.”Damien’s jaw tightened slightly, and he glanced toward the now-silent phone like it had personally betrayed him. “It’s not important. Whatever it was.”“It seemed important a moment ago,” Aurora pressed, careful not to push too hard, but unwilling to simply let it go entirely either.He opened his mouth, seeming to gather himself again, and for a moment Aurora thought he might actually finish the thought. Then his phone buzzed again, a text this time instead of a call, and whatever nerve he’d built dissolved visibly, his shoulders dropping slightly with something like relief mixed with frustration.“I should check that,” he said. “In case it’s actually urgent.”Aurora stepped back, giving him room