Chapter 97: My Wife
Aveline didn’t want to panic. She tried to think that Damien might have something to tell her by the way he was taking her upstairs. But ’what ifs’ began haunting her.
Because Damien always went to bed too late or after her, why was he taking her upstairs when he could have spoken with her in the cabana?
The worst came to worst, she would hit him or scream and escape. But she didn’t want to go with him, with zero chances of escape.
She looked at Celeste, "Good night, grandmother."
However, Celeste saw her hand signal, "Aveline, come to my room after helping Damien." She quietly went to her room without bothering to add a fake excuse.
Relieved, "Yes, grandmother." She responded while Damien’s grip on her shoulder tightened before he relaxed.
Damien stepped inside Aveline’s bedroom, where she had grown up most of her years. Her bedroom looked straight out of a fairytale: tall ceilings, arched floor-to-ceiling windows, a balcony filled with varieties of colorful flower pots. The color theme was as elegant as she was.
While it was just a bedroom, he watched her enter her two-floor walk-in closet, a closet of every girl’s dreams.
She came out with a bathrobe and entered the ensuite that was bigger than their bedroom in the Sterling Villa.
Her lifestyle? Now the Laurents had chosen to live a bit modestly, but she had grown up like a princess. Though the Ashford mansion was sprawled across acres, it didn’t hold a candle to this mansion.
He focused his eyes on Aveline when she exited the ensuite. With the throw over her shoulder, he hadn’t noticed before, but now she looked exquisite and tempting in her beige dress.