She ignored him.
"Suit yourself, Damian," she said coldly, walking toward her bedroom.
He followed her, slow steps, careful this time.
"Don't come close to me," she warned without turning.
He stopped immediately.
That alone made her turn.
She turned, eyes burning.
"You think because you're a billionaire you can just walk into people's lives after destroying them? You hurt me, Damian. Your words broke me. Seeing you so close to Isabel—"
Her voice cracked. She stopped.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her before she could stop him. She froze in his hold, then slowly relaxed despite herself.
"What happened to you?" she asked quietly.
He pulled back, keeping his hands on her arms. "I was unconscious for two months. I woke up in a shabby place. An old woman and her grandson saved me."
Her breath hitched.
