I entered the elevator and went to the top floor.
As soon as I knocked on the door, Damien opened it and jumped to hug me.
"I missed you." He whispered, lifting me on the ground and putting me on his table.
He leaned closer to me and was about to kiss me but I stopped him by putting my pointer finger on his lips.
I held out the lunchbox I brought and said, "The dinner is this one."
I watched as his ears turned red.
He buried his face in my shoulder.
I felt the warmth of his face.
He slammed both of his hands on the table, trapping me in his grasp.
I used both of my hands to put his head in front of mine, I wasn't expecting the face he was making.
I gazed into his eyes, he looked back at me with a seductive gaze.
It was as if he was drunk.
He lifted his right hand and pulled my collar to pull me closer to him.
Our lips touched, brushing against each other. He used his tongue to kiss me until it became harder for me to breathe.
"*Panting* Damien..." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He looked into my eyes and smirked as he watched my expression.
I was going to kiss him once more but someone barged in.
"Sir we're going to dinner, why don't you join u--"
From the moment I heard that voice I already knew who it is.
Luckily, I was facing backward from the door or else I might die from embarrassment.
"Mr. Lennox, is it that hard to knock on the door of your boss's office?" Damien growled, I looked into his eyes and it was full of rage.
"I-I... I'm sorry sir," Lennox stammered.
"We're sorry sir, we didn't mean to barge in here thoughtlessly, if we knew you had company we wouldn't have made such a mistake. We'll make sure this never happens again."
I'm sure that voice came from Leona but Damien was not calming down at all.
I could feel him releasing pheromones, he is clenching his jaw and glaring to all of them, it was almost scary.
I tugged his shirt twice and when he looked at me, I touched his cheek with my left hand.
"The boss shouldn't laze around at work," I said, smiling at him seductively.
He looked at me in frustration and gritted his teeth before calming down.
"Are you a wild dog? A tamed one knows self-control." I teased.
I twisted my body a bit and looked behind me.
I saw Lennox looking at me with eyes full of envy and jealousy.
He was clenching his fist and trembling in anger.
Leona was standing outside together with Eshan and Lester, waiting for Lennox to come out.
"Since Sir Noir is here, how about eating out?" Lester suggested trying to break the awkward silence.
I tilted my head a bit as I caressed Damien's cheeks, "Sounds like a good idea, no?" I asked seductively.
"Ugh.. fuck." He whispered, finally giving in.
We went to a nearby chicken restaurant, they ordered fried chicken with beer while I just ordered chicken.
We sat at a table for 6 people.
Leona sat in the corner, so I sat in the middle, and beside me was Damien.
Eshan sat in front of Leona, Lennox sat in front of me then Lester sat in front of Damien.
"We didn't expect to see the boss's spouse there... Again, we're sorry," Eshan said, trying to break the silence.
I pinched Damien, and when he looked at me, I smiled at him... Hoping that he would clear up the mess.
"Forget it, I'm sorry I acted too harsh. It seems like I was too tired." Damien replied.
"I'm sure you guys are just looking out for you boss, I appreciate that." I added.
The truth is... I saw Lennox looking at me when I was talking to the receptionist.
I figured that he might do something so I prepared myself but, I didn't expect him to barge into Damien's office and piss off Damien.
He must've thought that Damien doesn't care about me because Damien didn't show any affection towards me.
But... What he didn't know is that we'd already talked.
In actuality, it's not that Noir is purely evil and Damien purely didn't care about Noir.
It is just that they lack communication and both of them showed their possessiveness toward each other in the wrong way.
They loved each other in a way that hurt not just the two of them but also the people around them.
Their love turned to guilt then hatred.
They condemned each other and forgot about love which tore the both of them.
But in the end, Damien found his ending with Lennox while Noir met his tragic ending together with their child that no one knew of.
"I'm sorry for barging in Sir Noir, May I offer you a drink?" Lennox said, looking at me pitifully.
"I'm sorry, I can't drink." I replied.
Lennox was embarrassed, he looked down and tears started falling down his eyes,
"I'm sorry, I-it seems like I got ahead of myself." He cried, cleaning his tears with the back of his hand.
I looked at Damien with puppy eyes, he sighed and took the shot glass, and poured the liquor into Lester's cup. "He can't drink alcohol. Don't pressure him." Damien said.
I don't want to fake my relationship with Lennox.
I know what kind of person he is.
He is a possible culprit of Noir's death and talking to him makes me feel uneasy.
All I can do is use my husband's authority fully and tremble behind his back as I'm not ready to fight yet.
I finished eating and but I don't feel too good so I wrapped my arms around Damien, I put his hand on my stomach to calm myself but I was still anxious.
"Damien... Can we go first?" I whispered.
Everyone noticed my agitation and they started asking what's wrong but I can't answer.
Damien looked at me from head to toe, "We're leaving first." He said and paid for the dinner.
Damien put me in the passenger seat then he sat on the driver's seat.
He placed his hands on my cheeks, looking at me worriedly, "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I-I'm scared." I whimpered.
"Hospital... Let's go to the hospital..." I panicked.
He fastened our seatbelt and hurriedly drove to the nearest hospital.
When we got to the hospital, the nervousness on his face became more visible to me.
He carried me in his arms and asked for help. I couldn't breathe properly and I was already gasping for air.
Even when the medics assisted us, he never let go of my hand.
My vision turned blurry, I saw people rushing towards me but I passed out.
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The moment I regained consciousness, I remembered everything.
Every little detail about me and every little detail about my deeds.
I felt ashamed but at the same time, it was easy for me to let go.
Most of the time that I was portrayed as evil due to circumstances that are out of my control.
I started to learn how to forgive myself for the things that I have no control over.
I realized that I wasn't from another world.
It was because I'm Unique which is why I had a glimpse of the future.
It explains why I don't remember much about my 'past life'
I just knew that everything was made up.
It is an ability of a Unique specie like me.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Damien looking down, he was desperately holding my hand as he trembled.
He was muttering to himself but I couldn't hear him.
"Damien..." I said weakly.
He looked up to me, tears started falling from his eyes as soon as he saw me conscious.
His eyes looked so tired, he looked broken.
"What happened? The baby...? Is the baby okay?" I asked.
He hugged me and hushed me down, "Our baby is fine..." He said as he embraced me.
"What happened?" I asked.
He wiped the tears off my face and looked me in the eyes, "The doctor said that your anxiety was triggered by stress. Our baby is safe." He reassured.
"I want to go home." I said.
He kissed my forehead and pat my back lightly, "We'll go home." He replied.
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I woke up in my bedroom with him next to me.
I touched my belly to feel the heartbeat in it.
I was relieved that it was still there.
Damien put his hand on my belly and held my hand, I looked into his face and realized that he was already looking at me as he played with my hair.
"I'll protect you and our child." He whispered and kissed my forehead.
I closed my eyes and snuggled on his chest.
I don't have the energy to get up. I just want to be close to him.
"You should eat something. You can't starve yourself." He said, sliding his finger on my nose.
"I don't want to get up." I whined and tossed around.
He got up and carried me downstairs.
I covered my face and watched his face as he carried me.
Now that I'm looking closely at him, Damien is really handsome.
When he's with me, he doesn't make that scary expression too.
On the contrary, he looks like a gentle giant.
Damien served me breakfast so I started eating.
After eating, Damien carried me to the sofa and turned on the TV.
He got up so I quickly grabbed his arm, "Don't leave." I said.
He looked back to me and kissed my forehead, "I'm just taking my work, I'll accompany you." He said in a low tone of voice.
He went upstairs for a few minutes but he immediately ran downstairs with the things he needs to do for his work.
He was wearing his glasses, it was a new sight for me so I decided to sneak a picture.
I watched TV while he was reading the documents that required his attention.
My feet felt uncomfortable and I want to put my feet on the table but it was too far away.
After a few seconds, he pulled the table near the sofa so I could put my feet on the mini table and relax.
He put the documents on the table and held my hand while he used his other hand to flip the pages.
The little actions he does makes my heart flutter.
His thoughtfulness was enough to make my heart flutter.
Every time he does something for me, no matter how big or small it is, my heart can't help but be filled.
I am aware that there is a possibility that he's only doing this because I have his child and it was just his sense of responsibility.
But... Every time that I look into his eyes, I can't help but think that maybe... I have a place in his heart.
Ever since I got my memory back, every time he looks at me passionately and every time he does something good for me, I feel guilty.
He was so considerate to me even though I have done nothing but hurt him.
We have never really talked before... I wonder if his view of me changed in the short time that I lost my memory.
I'm anxious and scared... Now that I have my memory back... Would I start acting like my usual self again? Would he hate me?
I don't want him to hate me.
"What's wrong?" Damien asked, caressing my cheeks and wiping the tears falling from my eyes.
I didn't even realize I was crying.
I just looked at him and felt apologetic.
He put his documents down and lifted me onto his lap.
"Why are you crying again?" He asked, holding my cheeks with both of his hands while our forehead are touching.
"Damien... Can we talk?" I asked.
Paused and looked at me for a few seconds and sighed, "of course," he whispered and kissed my forehead.