Evelyn knew she should say something.
Push him away. Laugh it off. Crack a joke to ease the tension. Do anything but sit there, letting this charged silence stretch into something dangerous, something intimate.
But she didn’t.
Because Damien wasn’t moving away either.
His blue eyes stayed fixed on her, quiet and unreadable, yet something about the stillness in his body said volumes. His gaze flickered to her lips for just a second—barely a flicker—before he turned his head abruptly
Kneeling before her, Damien looked nothing like the cold billionaire the world feared.
His dark lashes cast soft shadows over his sharp cheekbones as he focused on her ankle with quiet intensity.
The way his fingers moved—gentle, precise—made Evelyn’s chest ache with something dangerously close to tenderness.
For a moment, he wasn’t powerful or untouchable ,he was just Damien, fiercely present.
And in that fleeting silence, she realized he’d never looked more heartbreakingly lovable.