Page 89 of My Ruthless Husband

I couldn’t contain my delight. This was the same man I secretly loved since I was eighteen. And hearing him so bothered about me was a dream come true.

Still giggling like a lunatic with my head bowed, I suddenly notice my fingers haven’t stopped typing. When I finally glance at the screen, I gasp.

Damian Damian Damian Damian Damian Damian Damian Damian

I’ve unconsciously typed his name over and over. Another giggle escapes me. Shaking my head in disbelief, I hide my face in my hands, smiling.

Peeking through my fingers, I catch sight of the screen. Just seeing his name makes my heart stutter. I let out a breathless laugh at the absurdity of my own actions.

One thing is clear—I’m utterly hopeless when it comes to him.

I startle when my phone rings. My hand shoots out instinctively, fumbling to grab it which is buried under the books and scattered papers.

When Damian’s name flashes on the screen, my eyes widen, and before I can stop myself, I exclaim, “No way!” The words come out louder than I intended, drawing a few curious stares from the other patrons.

I smile apologetically as I fumble to answer the call. “Hey!”

“Angel.” His deep voice greets and I just melt. Right there.

Breathing dreamily, I speak, “Yes.”

“Missed me?”

I stare at his name on my laptop screen. “Always,” I admit, my cheeks tingling with heat.

“Where are you?”

“Where am I?” I echo, a silly smile playing on my lips. Then sit straighter when his question registers. Glancing around, I say, “Oh, just at the campus café, you know, the spot where we usually meet.”

“How are the burns?”

I stare at the small spots over my forearm. “Much better. I applied the ointment Hal delivered.”

“Good.”

“You told me Hal is your chief of security, right?”

“Yes, he is.”

“But he acts as your chauffer, personal secretary, waiter, delivery man. Is there anything he can’t do? He is so versatile.”

There is a long pause before he responds, “Hal is my most trusted employee and I would hate to lose him.”

“Why would you lose him?”

“Because I won’t tolerate you admiring him.”

“I… I didn’t mean to—”

“No one else should have your attention. You’re mine, and I won’t share what’s mine. Not even your thoughts, because those are mine too.” His voice is stone cold yet I can’t help the warmth that envelops my heart.

He said I’m his. I’mhis. I close my eyes, savoring his words. Flying high.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asks, snapping me back to reality.

“I had a cup of coffee.”

He’s silent again for a beat. Then, “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

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