**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
A pair of cunning eyes glimmered with an unsettling blend of trepidation and intrigue. He was undeniably charming, exuding a magnetism that was both alluring and understated. There was a seductive quality about him, yet he didn’t flaunt it—he was captivating in a way that made Emma’s heart race with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Emma felt the rapid thump of her heartbeat echoing in her ears, a steady reminder of her rising anxiety.
“Ahem!” She cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing as she quickly diverted her gaze, desperate to conceal her embarrassment.
“It’s not that I don’t like you,” she stammered, her voice steadying as she straightened her posture, “I just feel bad for how hard you’ve worked. You deserve to rest first.”
From the very beginning, doubts had clouded her mind about whether this man had truly come to be her partner. Yes, he was undeniably handsome, but in a world where survival was paramount, she knew that beauty was merely skin deep.
Five long years spent navigating the treacherous expanse of the interstellar had instilled in her a deep-seated caution. She had been deceived far too many times to let her guard down easily. Until she could uncover Damian’s true intentions, maintaining a safe distance was her only option.
“Really?” he asked, his eyes brightening as if her words had cast away a shadow of doubt. He looked positively jubilant, like a child who had just received a long-awaited gift.
“You really don’t hate me? But I’m only Rank 5. My abilities are weak, my family doesn’t care about me, and I have no assets. I won’t be able to help you in the future.”
Emma couldn’t help but notice the irony in his words; he was actually a Rank 8, having deliberately suppressed his abilities to appear less competent—an act of self-sabotage that left her both intrigued and wary.
She scrutinized his anxious, almost pitiful expression. His performance was impressive, nearly flawless. Yet, beneath the surface, he was subtly suggesting that he was a burden, someone who would rely on her rather than contribute.
Mooching off her could be tolerable, especially since he was so strikingly handsome. Just looking at him could make her heart flutter, and she might even indulge in an extra sandwich or two just for the pleasure of his company. Still, she hoped there were no ulterior motives lurking beneath his charming facade.
With a faint smile, she maintained her composure, her voice steady as she replied, “I don’t mind at all. Once we’re together, I’ll earn star coins and take care of you.” She emphasized the word ‘together,’ making it clear that there was no partnership unless it was mutually beneficial.
Damian stood momentarily speechless, grappling with the implications of her words.
She’s really selling me a dream. The idea of her taking care of me once we’re together? That suggests if that doesn’t happen, I won’t see a single star coin. Ha! I’m more accustomed to dishing out dreams than receiving them.
As he stepped closer, a sense of warmth flooded through him. He took Emma’s hand gently, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume enveloped him. Her soft touch sent a shiver down his spine.
“You’re amazing,” he breathed, his voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t express how grateful I am that the Beast God matched me with you. I’m absolutely thrilled and wish we could be together right now. It’s such a pity I’m still injured. I can’t be with you just yet. You won’t be upset, will you?” He let out a soft sigh, his expression one of genuine concern.
“Of course not. I feel terrible about your injuries,” Emma replied, her tone laced with empathy. “Just take it easy for now—there’s no rush for us to be together.”


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