Damian got home late in the evening. The moment he opened the door, the warm smell of food drifted out from the dining room.
It calmed him instantly. His body was still tight with the memory of his fight with Harold, but now, after leaving him beaten and helpless, his mood had already lifted.
He stepped into the living room, then he froze for a second. Seeing Lira walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray.
She was dressed in a short, silky gown that hugged every curve of her body. The fabric shimmered softly as it clung to her shape, revealing her long, smooth thighs.
The neckline dipped low, teasing with the gentle rise of her cleavage. Her hair was neatly packed up, drawing all attention to her glowing face. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
“Welcome home baby,” she said softly,
