CHAPTER 33

Damien's POV

I hurriedly sat on the couch with my laptop on my lap to check out the samples Gabriel phoned to inform me he had sent.

Tonight I'm scheduled to work on something at my home office. Tomorrow morning, I have a cooperation and two unfinished contracts that need to be signed.

My time is being heavily consumed by this new relationship. Gabriel is eager to attempt this, and I'm only letting him because I believe in him and I want to make the most of this chance.

He transmitted images and videos of the robotic samples. I watched the movie after looking at the photographs to get a better idea of how they would function for the many advantages Gabriel had highlighted for me.

I want to spend more time discussing insecurities. I want to mainly focus on security, so that's what I'm going to accomplish initially.

These robots may be employed for surveillance to keep out robbers, intruders, hired assassins, and other threatening people from someone's home.

These robots are also machines, the same sort that we use in my firm, and they are almost flawless. They may be employed as guards, shooting down any intruders, or as alarm systems, warning the home's residents of an invader. In any case, they serve worthwhile objectives.

Although it sounds like a good idea, I haven't yet told Gabriel. He will, I'm sure, insist on expanding the opportunity.

When I hear someone clearing their throat, I glance up to find Lisa already dressed for the night. She had returned from the restroom and was getting ready for bed, but I was focused too much on viewing the video to notice.

She says, "I'm going to bed," and I nod and wave my hands in dismissive. I shall go to the workplace to work after I have finished these examples and have responded to Gabriel.

Instead of using this room's office, I'll utilize the one below.

My thoughts wander to the reality that I will have to share the bed with her once again today as I hear her go to bed.

I'm hoping this time she won't roll off the bed. The space is plenty for the two of us.

Like before, there will be a delineation as well. If I don't sleep off at my workplace, as I often do, then I will make sure to do that before doing so.

These days, I rarely use my home office, but I suppose that now that I get to share it with a wife, I will resume my old habits since being in the room will keep me from working.

Due to the lack of interruptions, I used to spend most of my time working in the room. The maids won't try to interfere with my work since they are aware that my alone time begins at 9 p.m.

I suppose I'll have to ask Julia to assist me in cleaning the office first thing tomorrow. It has been about a month since I last worked there, so it must be really dusty at this point.

I become drowsy before I can see the complete video. I can hardly keep my eyes open by the time I finish responding to Gabriel to express my viewpoint.

After sending Gabriel a good night message so he won't call, I yawn loudly and shut the laptop. Gabriel calls at abnormal hours, so my response may not satisfy him.

I instinctively switched my phone to quiet mode and made the decision to go to bed. Today was a difficult day at work. I took a fast shower before going to my parent's estate for the family dinner rather than returning home to relax for a bit. And I'm tired right now.

I sigh loudly again while walking to the bed, dropping the laptop on the table in front of the couch.

Since I am unable to complete my job, I will need to get up early tomorrow to do it or, more likely, to leave for work early.

As I approach the bed and prepare to jump in, I catch sight of Lisa, who is sound sleeping.

She is sprawled out with her hands and legs spread out at this point, and I recall that we would be sharing a bed.

I sigh a lot. I underestimated how tough this would be. But I must complete this. It's just temporary.

Before moving Lisa to the other side of the bed, I take the pillows and place them in the center of the mattress. After confirming that the line of demarcation was separating us, I lay next to her.

She stirs in her sleep before I can turn my back on her. I turned to my left side to face her while I slept. She had split her lips slightly, and hair was all over her face.

She stirs again when I turn my head away, and I find myself turning it back to her. I strain my ears to make out her inaudible muttering, trying to understand what she is saying.

I ultimately turn away from her after sighing and a little period of silence. I shut my eyes and prepare to go to sleep at any moment.

My eyes sometimes open but I don't sleep. When I turn my head back after feeling something on me, I can see Lisa's elevated leg pressing on my body.

When I finally have the strength to remove her legs from my torso, my eyes widen as I swear under my breath. I start to feel enraged.

I disagree with this. Should I ask for another bed for her again? I have to stop dwelling on how uncomfortable this would be for me. Even just the notion may keep me awake.

I don't feel at all at ease with this.

I continue to ignore her murmuring until I hear a little scream come from her lips. When I roll over to check on her, she seems to be having trouble while still asleep.

She has a frown on her face. Is she dreaming right now?

She cries softly once more before becoming quiet. I'm not sure what to do in this circumstance.

Is it OK for me to rouse her awake and inquire about the issue, or should I give her a private embrace so she can sense my presence and the nightmare will end?

I keep attempting to decide what to do, but I can't.

She hasn't spoken for a moment despite this. A minute goes by with nothing happening.

I wait for a bit, ticking down the seconds until it has been more than ten minutes since she has spoken. I chose to go to sleep at this time.

The horror has obviously ended.

I slowly pull away from her, fighting the impulse to keep an eye on her and they want to find out whether this is a dream or not.

I'm on guard for a few more seconds before I finally close my eyes. I quickly slept off and into a deep sleep.