BONUS
The next day, at the hospital.
“Damian, is our baby okay?” Serena’s delicate, sorrowful eyes clung to the man standing before her, silently begging for
comfort.
Damian immediately pulled her into his arms and comforted her in a soft voice, “The doctor said the baby’s perfectly healthy.
Yesterday’s accident didn’t affect anything.”
Serena froze for a moment, then clung to his arm affectionately. Her voice was sweet with relief.
“That’s such a relief! You were so serious and didn’t say a word… I thought something might’ve happened to our baby.”
As she spoke, her voice caught in her throat.
Damian gently patted her back, though his mind was elsewhere.
Unbidden, an image forced its way into his thoughts. Amidst the thick smoke and crumbling ruins, Claire’s cold, indifferent
gaze locked on him.
She had never looked at him like that before.
His brow furrowed as he pulled out his phone to check his messages. There was still no reply.
It had been more than a dozen hours since he texted her.
Claire always answered him immediately. Now, she dared to ignore his messages?
His dark expression did not go unnoticed. It even made Serena ask him what was wrong.
He shook his head and said nothing.
Carefully, he escorted her out of the obstetrics ward, stayed with her through lunch, and made sure she got home safely.
Only then did Damian drive back to the company.
The moment he stepped through the doors, one of his subordinates hurried over to report to him that his father, Victor Grant, had returned from his world tour. He was calling for all the senior management to meet in the conference hall.
Damian knew his father wanted to see how he was handling things since taking over.
Damian rubbed his temples and started toward the conference room, giving instructions as he walked.
“Buy a few of the newest handbags and jewelry pieces.”
His subordinate immediately replied, “Yes, sir. Should I send them to Miss Lane’s residence as usual?”
“No.” Damian paused and hesitated for a second. “Send them to Claire’s old address.”
She was someone who was barely connected to the outside world. Where else could she possibly be except that crumbling
old house?
A week later, deep into the night.
After wrapping up internal affairs, Damian returned home. In the soft glow of the nightlight, he saw a graceful figure in a silk
nightgown curled up on the sofa like a little cat.
Loosening his tie, he let out a low chuckle. “Claire, I told you I’d come home once I finished work. You don’t have to wait up every time…”
However, when the woman on the sofa raised her head, it was Serena’s delicate face that greeted him.
