Chapter 4
Astrid was completely sober now. A single lamp cast a faint light across the room. In that dim glow, she slowly slid her hand over Damien’s chest, dressed in a delicate camisole.
“Mr. Thornwell-”
Before she could finish speaking, Damien abruptly shoved her hand away. “Stop bothering me.”
His cold, biting tone left Astrid momentarily speechless.
Meanwhile, Damien’s phone kept repeating the same monotonous message. “Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable…”
He’d lost track of how many times he’d called, but no one answered.
“No, no, this can’t be. Nora’s just angry. She didn’t mean it,” he muttered frantically as he rose to his feet. “That’s it. I’m going home. Everything will be
fine once I’m there.”
With that thought, Damien slipped on his shoes and slammed the door behind him, leaving Astrid’s desperate shouts unanswered. He raced through the streets, ignoring every red light as he hurried home.
When he finally stepped inside, darkness greeted him.
I had always feared the dark. Whether Damien was there or not, I never left the house without a light on.
With anxiety building up in his chest, Damien paused before calling out into the quiet living room, “Nora?”
However, only silence met his voice.
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