Chapter 30:A Playful Escape
The morning light slips through the gauzy curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden haze. Elara stirs, her hand instinctively reaching for Damien beside her—only to grasp nothing but warm sheets. She blinks, groggy, then sits up with a groan. “Great,” she mumbles, pushing tangled strands of hair from her face. “He’s disappeared.” Downstairs, the estate is oddly quiet. No scent of coffee. No sound of movement. But the faint, muffled echo of barking and laughter draws her to the porch. There, shirtless and barefoot in the dew-soaked grass, is Damien—locked in a ridiculous tug-of-war with Ghost over what appears to be a very chewed slipper. “Is this what billionaires do for fun?” Elara calls out, crossing her arms. Damien turns toward her, panting, grinning like a man who hasn’t been th
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