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Her thoughts kept circling back to Damian\u2019s kindness these past two days\u2013everything he\u2019d done, everything he\u2019d said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had always told herself he must want something from her, yet even now she couldn\u2019t pinpoint what value she could possibly hold for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And yet, here he was, lowering himself without hesitation, even washing her feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a small gesture, but because it was Damian doing it, it felt utterly significant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s defenses were quietly softening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What if his care was genuine?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more she turned it over, the more restless she became.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room felt close, so she slipped out for some air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Walking without direction, she reached the end of the corridor where a door led to the stairwell.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stepped through and stood by a slightly open window, letting the cool night breeze brush her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stars dotted the clear sky\u2013a serene, beautiful night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Below the window lay the hospital courtyard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s eyes were sharp, and the floor wasn\u2019t too high. When she glanced down, she immediately spotted Damian\u2013and Sabrina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Damian had received Sabrina\u2019s text, his first instinct was to ignore it. But after a moment\u2019s consideration, he replied, \u201cFine. Where?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina sent the location\u2013the hospital courtyard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian found her sitting on a bench, arms wrapped around herself against the chill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing his approach, she turned. A gentle smile touched her lips. \u201cMr. Langley, you came.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was early winter, but Sabrina wore only a long\u2013sleeved dress, no coat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian felt no pity. His tone held a faint edge of mockery. \u201cWhat? No longer keeping Vincent company?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He meant it as a straightforward question, but to Sabrina it sounded like jealousy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t take offense. Shivering slightly, she looked up at him with soft, appealing eyes. \u201cI\u2019m a little cold\u2026 Could I borrow your jacket?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s brow twitched, then smoothed. He offered a casual smile. \u201cSure.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took off his jacket and dropped it onto her lap\u2013not gently, but in Sabrina\u2019s eyes, the act itself meant he cared. Otherwise, why would he give it to her?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once she\u2019d put it on, she felt warmer almost instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing him still standing, she shifted over on the bench. \u201cWould you like to sit, Mr. Langley?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian glanced at the narrow space she\u2019d made. Sitting there would bring them close, unavoidably touching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a brief pause, he tilted his head, a sly arch to his brow. \u201cSit\u2026 or something else?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He deliberately let the suggestion hang, his tone teasing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Coming from someone with his roguish charm, the words carried clear implication. Sabrina flushed, momentarily flustered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t wait for a reply. He sat down beside her, close enough that their arms almost brushed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina\u2019s heart began to race, her cheeks growing warm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noticing her reaction, Damian turned his head to study her, his gaze openly appraising. \u201cYou really are untouched, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes held a smile, but beneath it stirred something darker, harder to read.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina met his look and nodded quietly. \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian let out a low, soft laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound made Sabrina both nervous and strangely excited.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But just as suddenly, his smile faded. He kept his eyes on her. \u201cSince you are\u2026 maybe we should get together sometime when you\u2019re free?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His bluntness made Sabrina\u2019s face burn hotter. She played innocent. \u201cGet together? For what, Mr. Langley?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Seeing her act coy, Damian felt a flicker of disgust\u2013but he kept it hidden.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He maintained his easy smile, leaning slightly toward her until his face was close to hers, stopping just short of touching her cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice dropped to a murmur. \u201cYou\u2019ll find out when you show up, Ms. Monroe.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t spell it out, leaving the suggestion hanging, deliberately ambiguous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet his meaning was unmistakable. Sabrina understood perfectly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And upstairs at that moment\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
From Scarlett\u2019s vantage point, the distance and angle made it look as though Damian and Sabrina were kissing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t hear their words, but the closeness, the intimacy of their posture\u2013it clearly spoke of a connection that wasn\u2019t simple at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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