Chapter 84
ANGELA’S POV
I watched Damian carefully.
He had gone completely still.
“What exactly are you thinking about?” he asked.
I glanced toward the window before looking back at him.
“The things you said before.”
“About the future?”
“Yes.”
He waited.
I wasn't good at conversations like this. Not because I didn't know what I wanted. I simply preferred keeping certain thoughts to myself until I was certain about them.
Damian seemed to understand that.
He didn't rush me.
“I've been thinking about the kind of life I want,” I said.
His expression softened.
“And?”
“I want a home that feels peaceful.”
He smiled faintly.
“So do I.”
“I want to have my own work. My own company. I want to be able to take care of myself.”
“I know.”
“And if I have children someday, I want them
