When Damien left to conversate with the messenger again, Eve had thought that he would not return. Often when he was late, he slept in a separate room to make sure that her sleep was not disturbed. But sleep was the last thing on her mind.
How she wanted to destroy Harold for destroying her life. He was not there yet his presence had darkened her happiness. The child. She rubbed her belly. She could neither hate the child nor come to accept it.
She stirred when she heard the door opening. Her eyes stirred when she noticed Damien entering the room slowly. His actions were no less than a thief. He was worried that her sleep would be disturbed so he was tip-toeing in his room. Her eyes glistened at the thought. What good deeds had she done to have a husband like him?
