Chapter 67: The Wakeup Call
At Starlink Apartments,
It was the fourth time he was driving through the same gate. Just to coax Vivienne, who was getting on his nerves.
But he received a message from her in the evening. [Meet me at Starlink.]
Damien drove through the gates with ease, security letting him in without a second glance.
Riding the elevator to the twelfth floor, he entered the security pin, and this time it worked. He stepped inside like he owned the place.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, Italian marble floors, custom lighting systems, and gold-accented interiors, everything inside screamed wealth and perfection.
However, his face was unreadable as he passed through the drawing room, the pristine kitchen, and the guest bedroom. There was no sign of Vivienne on the main floor.
Climbing the stairs, he finally saw her. She was seated on the upstairs couch, swirling red wine in a tall crystal flute. She didn’t look up, didn’t flinch as if she hadn’t heard him enter, as if she didn’t care.
In truth, she had planned every second of this meeting. She was done playing by his rules. She was done being insecure.
"Love..." Damien’s voice softened, and his expression was worried. "How are you?" He sat beside her, fingers gently cupping her face.
Vivienne took a sip of her wine. She didn’t react to his appearance, his touch, or his words.