Chapter 4
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“So stop bothering me, Alston.”
Damian frowned when he saw Alston talking to Elisya. He hadn’t expected them to know each other. But judging by Elisya’s sharp eyes and cold tone, she clearly despised him.
Alston looked annoyed, like he felt betrayed. How could some skinny guy like that win over a gorgeous, rich woman like Elisya?
His eyes narrowed as he studied Damian. The guy wore a black mask that matched his slightly wrinkled suit. Suspicious.
Alston knew all the powerful families in U.S, and he’d never seen this guy at any big formal events or special parties for conglomerate children. That could only mean one thing, this guy was a nobody.
A sly smirk crept across Alston’s lips. Getting rid of him would be as easy as he’d gotten rid of Damian before.
Trying to keep his pride intact, Alston forced a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mister. I’m Alston Viso, son of Magnus Vios, the owner of Vios Corp.” He was sure the guy would feel inferior once he found out about his status.
However, Damian didn’t even bother shaking his hand, and just gave it a quick glance. It's strange. Alston didn’t recognize him. Maybe the mask was working. Damian had worn it on purpose to avoid running into Seraphina in public because they weren’t officially divorced yet.
He didn't want the woman to accuse him of all sorts of things.
“Let’s go, babe. You must be hungry, right?” Elisya said, locking arms with Damian. She added with a flirty grin, “I even booked a hotel for us tonight.”
Hotel?
Alston’s heart dropped. The idea of that man touching his dream woman made his blood boil.
Damian, meanwhile, frowned slightly, picking up on Elisya’s anxious energy. Was Alston harassing her?
He gave a small nod, playing along, and offered a faint smile as he and Elisya walked into the restaurant together.
***
A restaurant manager greeted them instantly and led them to a luxurious VVIP room. The table was set with gold and silver cutlery—pure class.
They sat across from each other.
“This place is really fancy. Isn’t it a bit much, Miss Elisya?”
“Not at all.” Elisya gave him a soft smile. “Honestly, it still isn’t enough to repay what you did for my father, Mr. Damian.”
“Just call me Damian.”
Elisya nodded, then her expression turned a little awkward. “I’m sorry about earlier. Pretending you were my boyfriend like that... I just didn’t know what else to do. Alston won’t stop bothering me.”
Her face showed clear frustration. “He’s the type who doesn’t quit until he gets what he wants.”
The mention of Alston soured Damian’s mood. That bastard had stolen Seraphina from him, and now he was after Elisya?
“You okay?” Elisya asked, noticing the change in his face.
“I’m fine.” Damian gave a soft smile.
They began eating while chatting casually.
“So... how did you hear about me?”
“From a nurse named Mikaela. She was with you when you helped save my dad.”
Damian nodded, guessing it was the same nurse who had reported Dr. Matthew being off-duty that day.
“You must be a doctor, right?” Elisya’s eyes sparkled with admiration.
“Something like that.”
“How’s your father doing now?” Damian asked.
“He’s doing much better. And it’s all thanks to you, Damian. Without you, I would’ve lost the only family I have left.”
Elisya tried to stay strong, but Damian still noticed a trace of sadness in her face. “My mom died giving birth to me,” she said softly. “So my dad... he’s all I have.”
“You don’t have to worry. If you ever need anything, I’m here. We can be friends.” Damian smiled softly.
Elisya was touched. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”
Her eyes locked onto his. Her heart started racing for some reason.
“By the way… do you have a girlfriend?”
“I’m married.”
Elisya gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh my God. I need to apologize to your wife.”
“No need.” Damian’s voice was low, almost bitter.
“Why not?”
“She wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t even flinch if I died. Besides... we’re getting divorced soon.”
Elisya’s heart sank. Her hand instinctively reached out, gently holding his across the table.
“I’m so sorry.”
Damian froze for a moment. Her touch felt... warm. Familiar. Like something he’d felt before—but couldn’t quite place.
“Thank you.”
They looked into each other’s eyes. Elisya’s heart pounded louder. She quickly pulled her hand back.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Silence fell between them, broken only by the soft clinking of silverware.
Elisya glanced at him discreetly. His face looked tired, a scar on his forehead, but still handsome. If he took care of himself, he could probably outshine most male models.
Not wanting the awkwardness to linger, she said gently, “I hope your wife changes her mind.”
Damian smiled faintly. “I hope so too.”
Elisya lowered her gaze, a wave of old memories crashing down. Damian’s painful story reminded her of her first love, Levon Marinez—her childhood friend who promised to marry her when they were grown up.
But when they were just 14, Levon disappeared—allegedly kidn*pped by a high-level mafia group. Despite his father hiring hundreds of professional detectives, there was never a trace of him. The police eventually declared him dead.
And yet... every time she looked at Damian, something about him reminded her of Levon. His eyes, his voice, his aura...
No. That’s impossible. Levon’s gone.
“So... where are you working now?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.
“I’m not working right now,” Damian said, sounding a little down.
“Really?” Her eyes lit up as an idea sparked in her mind. “My business partner needs a personal caregiver. He’s very old and has some serious health issues. He could really use someone skilled like you. Would you be interested?”
If Darwin Martinez, Levon’s father, met Damian, he might finally feel alive again.
Ever since losing Levon, Darwin had shut himself off from the world, barely eating, barely sleeping. Work was all he did now.
“I’d love that,” Damian replied, a bit of excitement in his voice.
“I’ll introduce you to him tomorrow.”
Damian nodded firmly. This was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
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