The woman inside the room was the first to notice Emma. She turned toward the door, eyes narrowing, and pulled it open with a sharp tug.
“What do you want?” she snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.
Emma froze. She took an instinctive step back, her gaze flicking past the woman— straight to Damien. It is him! There's no mistake in that.
He stood there, still in a towel, his expression unreadable.
Emma forced a polite smile, masking the sting in her chest as she spoke, “I’m sorry. I got lost. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
And before either of them could say another word, she turned and walked away, her pace quick but controlled.
“Bella!” Damien called after her, voice tight.
But she was already gone.
He stood there for a beat, silent, his jaw clenched as he stared at the em
