Damian’s POV:
The house was quiet, it was too quiet like the world outside had suddenly stopped moving.
There was no laughter, no teasing, and no clinking of plates in the background. Everyone seems busy with their own things.
Lira had made breakfast earlier this morning, and we’d ordered takeout for lunch.
Now, for dinner, she was in the kitchen making fried chicken and cheese. The smell was everywhere, it was buttery, creamy, and rich. It filled my head, refusing to leave my nose.
I sat in the living room with my laptop open, trying to focus on some payments.
I had just transferred Eloise’s payment straight into the Eloin Couture account, the full amount for the clothes she bought from the store.
But she was upstairs in the guest room, she hadn’t come out all day. And that was s
