CHAPTER 52

Damien's POV

Since Lisa requested that I remain at home for a week, I have been resting at home for a week since I last went to work.

Even though I knew I really needed the sleep, I couldn't ignore the mountains of work I had to organize.

I completed everything in a short period of time with Lisa's assistance, leaving the others at work. The significant ones are often brought home by Anna for Lisa and me to work on. She usually manages things on her own while I observe her.

I can't believe she hasn't brought up the subject of leaving since the other day; she has been so encouraging.

I was glad to have her back in the house when she returned that evening with a grin on her face. I persisted in rejecting the voice that warned me Lisa would never return.

I made the choice to make today count for Lisa even though I'll be starting work again tomorrow. I want to thank her for supporting me during the whole week, cracking jokes merely to make me laugh, and essentially doing everything for me.

I raised an eyebrow when she inquired whether I wanted her to feed me. Even if I were weaker, I wouldn't let it since I am not a baby.

Helena is on my mind a lot, particularly the way she grinned down at me. I still haven't worked it out and have no clue what it means.

Sometimes it disturbs me, and for the last two nights, I haven't slept at all. Lisa woke up when she saw I wasn't sleeping the previous night, and we remained silent until daybreak.

She did not force it. She didn't inquire as to what occurred. She did nothing more than sit up straight and cup her breasts.

The dark scares me a lot. since her passing. I often end up having irrational fantasies and remembering the night Helena passed away when I had trouble falling asleep at night.

But when Lisa got up last night, that one movement dispelled all of my fears, and I started to think about her. how we first connected, and how I came to hire her as my assistant.

I eventually came to the conclusion that asking her to be my wife for a year was the appropriate choice. She is superior.

Where is this location? As I pull up and leave the vehicle next to the chalet home, she scans the whole area with her eyes.

There are lakes all around it, and there is only one road that goes there. The sun is already sinking, making the light from the home sparkle in the nighttime gloom.

When I'm sick and tired of working my tail off to keep the notion of Helena out of my thoughts, here is where I go. I feel at home here, so I normally stay for a day or two to heal before returning home to resume my regular daily activities.

There's a reason Lisa and I are here.

"Wow!" I grin as she utters her shock. She follows suit and looks over the home before turning to face the lake as I get out of the vehicle.

Because of the peace and beauty of the area, I adore this spot. Compared to when I'm at home in my mansion, I feel safer being alone here without anybody to disturb my quiet.

Even though it is a little chalet, it has a large kitchen where I cook for myself, as well as a bedroom, a large living area, a gym, and a bathroom.

I call out to Lisa, who is enthralled by everything, "Come, let's go."

As I open the door and go inside, I can hear her silently slogging after me. The whole area is constantly illuminated by the light.

"Wow!" As Lisa enters once again, she cannot contain her excitement. Three sofas, two couches, and a TV are present. Simple yet lovely.

"I adore this location; is it yours?" She poses the query while her eyes are gleaming brightly.

The question is, "What do you think?" I grin and ask her.

Oh, my God. She exhales and takes another glance around.

Lisa didn't seem as delighted and eager about living in a large home like that the first time she stepped inside my mansion, but she is glad right now since she is in this modest, old chalet house.

She would like this location, I knew. Personally, I think it's great, therefore I decided to spend my final day of vacation here before going back to work tomorrow. I made the decision to invite her along since I didn't want to go alone.

Given how little time Gabriel has for me these days, we have become pretty close, and I consider her to be my friend.

After I gave her a tour, we went into the kitchen, where she immediately fell in love. After returning to the living room, we collapsed hard onto the couch out of tiredness.

It took an hour to get here.

Since I've never switched on the TV in this room, I honestly have no idea why it is there. I often visit this place to renew my soul and enjoy the tranquility and stillness. I never just turned on the TV to watch the news or a movie. I never had an excuse for it.

However, because my buddy and I are here together, I am tempted to take the remote control and turn it on to at least keep her occupied. However, I prefer to chat to her instead.

You did mention wanting to visit Verona, right? Without glancing at her, I enquire.

I look up while she is quiet. "Yes? Why do you inquire?

I sigh and enclose my breasts in my arms. "Nothing. I was only curious as to whether you actually wanted it.

Of course," she exclaims with a big grin. Who wouldn't want to visit a city like that?

I say, "Me," and she laughs once again while pointing her hand in my direction.

"Only those who do not value literature and fiction could do it. Romeo & Juliet is the main reason why most people visit. I anticipate that because you like reading, you'd want to visit. She giggles gently as I observe her and says, "I want to go there because I want to feel the profound love those two people shared. Mind you, I don't mean to die and have my boyfriend die too.

In the twilight, her face looks radiant. I'm not sure whether it's the way joyful she sounds or the glaring brightness from the living room lightbulb.

"If they don't pass away, what is love? I disagree, and she exhales and turns to face me. If they had survived it, their love wouldn't have been acknowledged.

"Really?" I nod. Before speaking, she gives off a contemplative expression. "I don't believe that. I think that before death comes knocking, two people who love one another should be given the opportunity to enjoy time together, create a family, find serenity, and accomplish a lot of things together. up till old age.

We both stop talking. As soon as she finishes speaking, she chews her lip and looks away.

Perhaps she feels like she is going out of line once again. She reportedly promised to stop hurting me by talking too much or acting in hurtful ways.

She is completely unaware of my involvement in this. She mentioned something that brought up memories for me. I didn't spend enough time with Helena to really understand the realm of love until I was much older. Not even the altar was reached by us.

She was someone I adored, but as destiny would have it, she passed away. Romeo and Juliet perished, but not in my circumstance; my own Juliet passed away while I was still Romeo.

Romeo may have been unhappy like me if he hadn't died. So, passing away was one option for escaping the pain of losing a loved one.

I breathe deeply and recline.

She grabs my arm and says, "I'm sorry, Damien," causing an electric shock to go down my spine.

She is staring back at me with a deep frown on her face and a hint of remorse in her eyes. She now regrets her motive for bringing it up.

I had no idea how it would turn out. I just wanted to let her know that I would pay for her October vacation to Verona. She is due it.

"It's okay,"

Are you certain?

I grin. Do you want to learn?

She nods, but I can see that she doesn't get what I'm asking.

Can I discuss the current Helena with you? Her face gets very white when I ask her.

She must have seen how important Helena was to me and continues to be. I'm not sure whether now is the perfect moment to be completely honest with her about my background.

We are buddies, as she mentioned yesterday. She has pretty much told me everything about herself, but I haven't mentioned my background to her at all.

Does it imply that she has a right to know about my life as well? Am I prepared to release my grip on the past? Am I prepared to expose my lack of a boyfriend to Lisa? Am I prepared to acknowledge that I had a role in the lives of my wife and child? Am I willing to accept responsibility for my faults even when there is nothing I can do to make them right?

She dismissively shakes her head. "No!"

"Why? You were intrigued," I grin, perplexed as to why she doesn't seem happy that her curiosity has been satiated.

Maybe talking it over with someone who doesn't know Helena or wasn't there when it occurred would help me feel better. Then, as a result of her opinions, I will get insight into how I might improve.

If you're not ready, you don't have to speak. I have lost my curiosity.

And you realize why that occurred the other day, don't you? It made you less curious to learn more about me.

She screams "No" and attempts to rise up, but I immediately hold her. "Sit."

I can't help it; it sounds like a demand. The desire to do this is strong. If I don't let it all out, I feel as if my heart may soon break through my chest. The moment is right now. I should because I feel like doing it.

I start off gently by explaining how I met Helena and how we fell in love up to the very moment my life went bad and I turned into a monster. After some hesitation, Lisa finally settles back on the couch.