Damien’s POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the dark screen of my phone.
Vivian still wasn’t home.
I had arrived three hours ago.
Now it was already nine o’clock.
And she still hadn’t returned.
She had promised she would explain everything when she got back.
Instead…
Her phone was still switched off.
A knot tightened in my chest.
I stood abruptly and walked out of the bedroom.
The mansion was unusually quiet.
Victor had retired to his room not long ago, and most of the staff had finished their duties for the night.
As I made my way downstairs, I found the chef cleaning up the kitchen.
He immediately straightened when he saw me.
“Mr. DeLuca,” the chef said respectfully.
“Prepare dinner for two,” I said.
The chef looked at the untouched dining table before nodding.
