Amira pov
I had spent all morning staring at the clock, pretending to read a magazine I couldn’t focus on. Every time I blinked, the same thought looped in my mind …Should I really go to his office?
It wasn’t planned. Damien had left early, a quiet “I’ll be late” murmured before the door clicked shut. The same silence that had haunted our mornings since the press conference followed. He’d been kind afterward polite even but there was still a distance. Something unspoken. Something heavy.
By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe it was foolish, maybe I just missed the way his eyes softened when he forgot to act like Damien Cole, the CEO. Maybe I wanted to remind him remind myself that this marriage wasn’t just built on papers and public appearances.
So, I packed a small lunch basket
