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Upon entering the suite, Damian loosened his tie and casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take the first shower. You still have time to change your mind.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett stood frozen near the doorway, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as his words sank in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The urge to flee tugged at her, yet her legs felt strangely rooted to the spot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian noticed her internal struggle but didn\u2019t press further, disappearing into the bathroom without another word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Part of him expected Scarlett would be gone by the time he finished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when he stepped out, clean and refreshed, she was still there-rooted in the living area as if held by some invisible thread.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing she hadn\u2019t run, Damian\u2019s brow furrowed slightly. He was about to speak when Scarlett suddenly said, \u201cI\u2019ll take my shower now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, she slipped into the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian lit a cigarette by the floor-to-ceiling window, exhaling slowly as conflicting emotions churned inside him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, Scarlett emerged. She noticed Damian standing by the window, smoke curling around him, but said nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After towel-drying her hair, she finally looked toward his silhouette and said quietly, \u201cI\u2019m going to bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, letting her robe fall, she slid naked beneath the covers. The white duvet draped softly over her, its gentle contours hinting at the delicate form beneath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, Damian choked on his smoke and broke into a harsh cough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Through the window\u2019s reflection, he saw Scarlett lying still on the bed-a vision of surrender and tension all at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stubbing out his cigarette, he finally moved toward the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett heard his footsteps and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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stark, beautiful contrast. The covers hid most of her, but the shape of her shoulders and the elegant line of her collarbones were still visible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His gaze drifted lower, tracing the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beneath the fabric.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The soft curves were impossible to ignore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His throat felt dry. He wet his lips before reaching for the light switch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned off the main lights, leaving only the dim glow of a bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he spoke softly, \u201cAre you absolutely sure about this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett kept her eyes closed. \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian opened his mouth to say more, but just then, the distinct sound of someone working the hotel room\u2019s lock came from the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned his head-and could just make out the silhouette of Vincent standing in the hallway, his face obscured by shadows, emotions unreadable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In one swift motion, Damian pulled the covers up, fully concealing Scarlett beneath them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stayed perfectly still, not making a sound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The reality crashed into her-on paper, she was still Vincent\u2019s legal wife. They had a marriage certificate. They had a daughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Their relationship was shattered, but the legal ties remained.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What she was doing now wasn\u2019t just rebellion\u2014it was a slap in Vincent\u2019s face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even if he didn\u2019t love her, wouldn\u2019t his pride revolt?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Scarlett was hidden, Damian rested a hand lightly on the small of her back and looked lazily toward the door. \u201cMr. Stewart, what a surprise. What brings you here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tone was deceptively calm, almost challenging.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent stood at the threshold, his sharp gaze falling on the chair where Damian\u2019s outerwear, Scarlett\u2019s jeans, cotton shirt, jacket-and even her underwear-lay tangled together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The careless mix of garments left little to the imagination.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Under the covers, Scarlett\u2019s heart raced. She could only imagine the cold fury building in\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Would he take it out on the Theron family? Or crush her completely?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He was Vincent-proud, ruthless. Could he really stand to see his wife in another man\u2019s bed?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Vincent didn\u2019t speak for what felt like an eternity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Each second amplified the pounding in Scarlett\u2019s chest, as if her heart might break free from her ribs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, Vincent stepped into the room. His fierce eyes locked onto Damian\u2019s hand resting possessively on Scarlett\u2019s back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the dim light, his handsome features were taut-but the expected explosion of rage never\u00a0<\/p>\n
came.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He only growled her name. \u201cScarlett. You have two minutes to come out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, he turned to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then Damian spoke again, unexpectedly, \u201cGot something to say, Mr. Stewart? Why not say it here and now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent paused. Ignoring Damian entirely, he directed his words toward the bed. \u201cScarlett, you now have about seventy seconds left.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a request-it was an order. One she didn\u2019t dare refuse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even without visible anger, Scarlett knew the consequences of defiance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If Vincent truly lost his composure, he could dismantle the Theron family without a second thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So Vincent withdrew, leaving the door ajar. Through the opening, they could clearly see him still waiting outside-a silent, formidable sentinel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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