Chapter 42
Damian's POV
"It has been over an hour now, and Isabella isn't back yet,"
I thought to myself. The room around me felt still, the faint hum of the clock
the only sound breaking the silence. My eyes kept darting toward the door, as
if willing it to open, but it remained stubbornly shut. The soft evening light
outside was beginning to fade, casting long shadows across the floor.
Sometimes I wonder if she does these things on purpose just
to make me angry, especially because I had given her a clear instruction. I
replay the moment in my head, remembering how I looked her straight in the eyes
and told her exactly what needed to be done. My words were simple, direct, with
no room for confusion. Yet, here I am, waiting again, frustration simmering
under my skin. It's not the first time either. It's as if she hears me but