The delicate feel of Nyla's skin against Damon's hand darkened his gaze.

Nyla's eyes were closed. Under the soft light above her, her curled lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, like a butterfly poised to take flight.

Damon gazed at her serene, sleeping face, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.

He wasn't going to give up that easily. Even if she pushed him away a thousand times, he would keep trying until she was ready to start over with him.

A server approached with their dishes, surprised to see Nyla asleep. "Sir, should we bring the food out now, or..."

"There's no need. Just bring me the bill," Damon replied.

The server hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded. "Alright. I'll get that for you right away."

After settling the bill, Damon gently picked up Nyla and left the restaurant.

When Nyla woke up again, she found herself in a bedroom. She sat up abruptly, eyes wide in shock. Only after noticing she was wearing pajamas did she finally relax. Wasn't she having dinner with Damon? How did she end up there? Was it all just a dream?

quickly grabbed her phone and saw the date: the 14th. She had invited Damon to dinner the night before, meaning last night hadn't

that she had no memory of

on the couch, flipping through some documents. She rushed over to ask, "Valarie, how

drunk last night?" Nyla

Nyla's confusion. "You actually threw up on Damon. He was the

Nyla exclaimed, incredulous. "I threw up on him?

red wine-how could she get drunk after just

Seeing Nyla's distress, Valarie

You fell asleep after getting drunk. I changed you into pajamas. But why did

At least she hadn't vomited on

I lost consciousness so quickly." Valarie eyed her

never paid much attention to wine labels when drinking with

night, when the server recommended a wine, she instinctively thought it was the same

"Maybe..." she murmured.

had gotten drunk in front of Damon, when she had planned to treat him, Nyla felt a

Seeing her frustration, Valarie

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