Chapter 68

• Damian stood in the doorway, his expression as solid as steel, his eyes sparkling with that familiar wolf-like glint. The atmosphere around him felt so dense that it was almost suffocating. He moved forward, a chill trailing behind him like a warning of a brewing storm.
• At that moment, Chantel emerged from behind him, a smirk plastered on her face. "You know, she still loves lounging in bed and getting laid just like she did five years ago." Her voice dripped with sharp provocation, clearly aiming to rile Damian up.
• But Damian seemed oblivious to Chantel's taunts, his gaze locked on Amelia and Jax. He approached them slowly, his expression complex but devoid of any blame or doubt. As he looked at Amelia, who was damp and blushing from the water, a deep ache settled in his heart.