"We never mentioned personal boundaries in the contract. We must be open and keep each other informed," Davina sighed, her choice of the words 'cross personal boundaries' not referring to Damian's previous statement. Their relationship, after all, was strictly professional, prompting Davina to ponder beyond just personal boundaries for physical contact."Never mind, forget it. I'm going to bed. Good night," she concluded abruptly.The following day, Davina was finally discharged from the hospital, although she still needed to continue taking her medication until it ran out. Damian and Davina set off for work directly from the hospital, with Damian's other assistant delivering clothes and other daily necessities.In the same room, Davina and Damian stood reflecting on their respective outfits. Davina now wore a long blouse, her bruised face discreetly concealed by makeup, while Damian continued with his usual attire - a suit with a white shirt."Use this cell phone. I don't want any tr
"Remember, there is a CCTV recording your every action. Remember your position in this company. I hold more power than you," Damian asserted, pointing to the corner of the room where the CCTV captured every angle of the space around the clock.Marcel loosened his grip and took a few steps back. Damian grinned, relishing Marcel's growing annoyance and helplessness in the face of his control."If we're going to talk about this, I might as well bring up your involvement with my ex-wife," Damian said casually, picking up a pen and directing his attention to his work.Marcel was surprised. "For the fucking whole this time, you knew that?”Damian paused from writing and gazed at Marcel. "It would be even more absurd if I didn't."Marcel gathered his courage. "Then give Davina back to me, and you can have Camille in return.""Why? Aren't you satisfied with Camille?" Damian enjoyed this confrontation with Marcel."Although Davina may not be as exciting as Camille, we both know Davina is so mu
"Okay, tomorrow is the weekend. I will go with you," Damian declared.Davina, feeling famished, finished her meal faster than Damian. As soon as she had eaten, she stood up."Before retiring, I shall take a shower. Please guide me to my room and provide me with my clothing?"Damian entrusted the task to Lulu, who took Davina out of the dining room. Despite the lateness of the hour, Damian proceeded to dial Nick's number.Receiving no response from Nick, Damian left a voicemail. "Nick, would you be able to take my place tomorrow when I go to meet a client? An unexpected matter has arisen that requires my attention."After powering off his phone, Damian settled in front of his laptop to complete the unfinished work before eventually making his way to Davina's room.The warm water refreshed Davina's body in the bathroom as she showered. As she dried her hair with a blow dryer, she caught her reflection in the mirror. The baby pink pajamas she wore tonight looked adorable, adorned with a
Seeing Damian stir, Davina immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be still asleep. The atmosphere would become even more awkward if Damian discovered she had been awake before him.Slowly blinking his eyes, Damian regained consciousness. Sensing a weight on his chest, he realized that Davina's arms were wrapped around him.From this close proximity, Damian could see Davina's bare face clearly. Thick eyebrows, long straight eyelashes, a nose that was neither too aquiline nor flattened, pale smooth white skin, and pale soft lips without any coloring.Without makeup, Davina's face appeared pale. Although Damian had become accustomed to seeing her without makeup, Davina's entirely made-up face was still new to him.The realization that this was the first time Damian had slept with a woman other than Camille felt strange yet exciting. Unconsciously, he smiled, realizing that fate could never be predicted.Damian's fingers slowly moved to brush away the hair covering Davina's face. Mean
However, she had forgotten that Damian was still in the car, causing him to hit the steering wheel from the force of the push."Oh, I'm sorry, Damian! I didn't mean to," Davina panicked upon hearing Damian's cry of pain."It's alright," Damian reassured her, rubbing his sore shoulder as he got out of the car.Davina followed him out, her hand reflexively reaching to rub his shoulder, guilt clear on her face."Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't expect to push you that hard," she apologized."It's fine. I'm alright," Damian gently removed Davina's hand from his shoulder, signaling that she didn't need to feel guilty anymore."I'm really sorry," she insisted."It's okay. Let's go back upstairs. Breakfast is already prepared.”They enjoyed their breakfast in the dining room, savoring sandwiches. Over time, Davina began to adjust to life in the mansion, as she was a quick adapter. Damian and the rest of the staff treated her well, alleviating any pressure she felt about being in such a l
"I was just on the verge of telling you that your long hair looks as pretty as a princess," Damian said."How about now?" Davina descended the stairs, slowly approaching Damian, who was mesmerized by her appearance.Damian remained silent, carefully examining Davina's appearance. "Gorgeous. You look absolutely stunning.""No longer a princess, huh?""No, you don't. You resemble a queen, ready to overcome whatever has been troubling you all this time." Damian's words possessed a more profound significance, conveying his belief in Davina's ability to defeat Marcel and Camille, who had wreaked havoc in their lives.Davina smiled with contentment upon hearing Damian's response. "You look like a knight in shining armor."The designer practically squealed with delight at the compatibility between his particular customer and the groom. "You two are a match made in heaven. We can add a sprig of flowers to the groom's white suit and a wedding veil for the bride.""A wedding veil? I love it. Pl
Realizing that the car she was currently driving was not her own, Davina swiftly exited the vehicle, even though her head was spinning. She breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering that Damian's car remained unscathed despite being targeted by a deranged individual named Marcel. Two security guards approached Davina, and concern etched across their faces."Miss, are you alright?" inquired one of the security guards."Yep, I'm fine. Are you okay? I hope I didn't bump into you or cause any damage here," Davina reassured, flashing a warm smile. She wanted to assure them that she wouldn't be held accountable for any harm that may have occurred due to her actions. Additionally, she didn't want to burden Damian with any unnecessary tasks as a result of this minor incident."We're alright. Don't worry, you didn't damage anything here. Oh my, Miss, your forehead is bleeding!" exclaimed the security guard.Davina instinctively touched her forehead, wincing at the pain caused by the impact of
"Blood? Hahahaha, I don't smell anything. Are you having trouble with your nose, Nick?" Davina forced a laugh to mask her nervousness."Nick's sense of smell is more sensitive than mine, but he's never had any problems with it so far." Damian's response provided no reassurance to Davina."Do you also smell it, young master?" Nick inquired.Damian's nose twitched, honing in on the scent of blood that Nick had mentioned. As he drew closer to the source, Damian found himself leaning towards Davina, who was solely focused on driving. He gently moved her hair aside, revealing the blood that had started to trickle down from her wound."You're bleeding!" Damian exclaimed, taken aback.Without letting go of the steering wheel, Davina reached for a tissue with her free hand to wipe away the blood on her forehead."It's nothing. Don't overreact," Davina dismissed, keeping her eyes fixed on the road."Stop the car. You can't continue driving," Damian commanded."I'm fine, Damian.""Stop the car