Ofelia’s POV
The sitting room was almost completely dark.
Only the faint glow from the streetlights entered through the tall windows, stretching pale shadows across the floor. Damien sat in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, his suit jacket draped over the back, his tie loosened, and his phone resting forgotten in one hand.
He had been waiting for me.
I knew it before he said a word.
The realization made my pulse quicken.
I closed the front door quietly and placed my handbag on the table beside it. My shoes remained in my hand because I had taken them off in the hallway to avoid waking anyone.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Damien’s gaze moved slowly over me, from my face to the dress I had worn for dinner, then back again. His expression was controlled, but not en
