Evelyn’s POV
The morning sun was gentle and calm, and the breeze blew softly. The rays of the sun slipped through the half-drawn curtains, reflecting on the sheets where Damian’s body was supposed to be.
For a long while, Evelyn didn’t move. She just lay there, listening to the quiet voices of the staff in the mansion, distant footsteps in the hallway, a door closing somewhere, the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Then her hand brushed against something that wasn’t there when she had fallen asleep.
It was a folded piece of paper resting neatly on the other side of the bed, where he had slept.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for it, the scent of his cologne faintly clinging to the paper. His handwriting was sharp, controlled,just like the man himself.
“ Working from ho
