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?

Damon to dinner the night before, meaning last night hadn't

memory of what had happened after a

couch, flipping through some documents. She rushed over to ask, "Valarie, how did I

I drunk last night?" Nyla

just drunk..." Valarie exaggerated, clearly amused by Nyla's confusion. "You actually threw up on Damon. He was the one who brought you back and told me to

exclaimed, incredulous. "I threw up

of red wine-how could she get drunk

Seeing Nyla's distress, Valarie

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

At least she hadn't

consciousness so quickly." Valarie eyed

drinking with friends. She usually remembered

thought it was the

"Maybe..." she murmured.

had planned to treat him, Nyla

Seeing her frustration, Valarie

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